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Lyrics
I wish I knew the words to say
to make you see another way,
to find asylum in this mess,
to show you that it's not the best
to see the other side of me,
Not the only way it has to be,
to close the door you're looking in,
another place you can begin,
a wall around this big black hole,
A broken face without a soul.
To see the other side of me,
not the only way it has to be.
Your lifeless body's on the floor,
no way that you could ask for more.
You know your life is running dry
and now you see you're born to die.
And now you feel your blood's run cold,
a broken face without a soul.
The wood's been burnt.
The fire's out and
still you look without a doubt,
that you're not alone,
without a home. You're not alone...
...don't you wish you were alone?
And now you see the sky's gone dark,
an unlit match without a spark,
a broken heart that's twice removed,
an unsolved death that's left unproved.
There's no torch that is left to find
and all that's left: an unscortched mind,
to see the world inside of me,
but then there's nothing left to see,
an empty pit without an end,
a constant fight without amends
all loocked in an outer shell,
all trapped in a locked jail cell.
And all these 'mares now fill my nights
and lack of sleep stregnthens my frights.
The taste of you still haunts my lips.
My mind stumbles and falls and trips.
My heart is dry and love is spent,
a lifetime of lonely content.
The wood's been burnt.
The fire's out and
still you look without a doubt,
that you're not alone,
without a home. You're not alone...
...don't you wish you were alone?
don't you wish you were alone?
now you are alone.
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Uncle Bob's Stolen Monkey
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