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the sands of waste raced through my fingers on the
cold, distant light...
in this stale instant I might
believe I might
I'm breaking windows in the hollows of your eyes..
slip inside
and every night it begins again... asleep in your eyes,
from a distance I see this cynical world has come
across the children close, beyond the faces where I hide
in
I wake into the day upon the dawn of apathy
here
this darkening winter blows across my aching heart
my strength is
in the dark of night I watch the shadows loom
the
is your skin a nervous wreck whatever shape
it's in and
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and there's a shadow beneath the sun
and shadows in the
it seems so hard to find it, the window in
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