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11/5/2017 9:47:24 PM
When words fail
When words fail ... there is nothing left to say
and there's nothing ... for the moths to eat away
In this darkness ... that's forever cold
Theres no respite ... for a weary soul
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It's hard to sleep in this bed of thorns
Evertyhing good has been rippend and torn
Under the millwheel's ever grinding stone
I've never felt so damned and all alone
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Can't help feeling ...That I lost my way
Each and every ...dusk that turns to day
I grow futher ...far away from home
To a place where ...only demons roam
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It's hard to sleep in this bed of thorns
Evertyhing good has been rippend and torn
Under the millwheel's ever grinding stone
I've never felt so damned and all alone
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I sometimes wonder ...was there a different road
One that had not ...such a heavy load
I guess that's neither ...here nor there
I traveled so long ...without getting anywhere
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