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Wake Up
The barren wasteland
Of my soul
Is cold with little wind
I keep the points of light
Sheltered, unseen
I dont want to see them
Dont want to feel their warmth
Dont want to keep on living
Dont want to feel so cold
Of my soul
Is cold with little wind
I keep the points of light
Sheltered, unseen
I dont want to see them
Dont want to feel their warmth
Dont want to keep on living
Dont want to feel so cold
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