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In the middle
Of the night
My thoughts take me
Far from the light
And these voices
They lie
Why do I believe
These awful lies?

Well the darkness steals
My light, my life
And in the end
There's nothing left
This truth
Is hard to grasp

So hold on tight
Never loosen your grip
Because in the end
There's nothing left
But these voices
And these thoughts
Are all I have

And it's night again
And my hands are slipping
I'm on the edge
Look out below
SPLAT

------
~ Brandan Michael.


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