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f I can see the light,. |
then why has eveything become so dark,
after such a long fight,
I'm here alone, with you.
And now I think I see,
exactly what I mean to you,
and what you mean to me.
I'm on my own.
I'm lying prone.
I'm here alone, with you.
How I love the darkness.
How I love the feeling of you near.
How I love the darkness,
don't want the facts to become clear.
How I hate the light.
How I hate the feeling when you leave.
How I hate the light
and that it won't go out
no matter what I believe.
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