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When the sleeping can't rise
and the Sun won't shine you'll know
that I'm home here
alone.

When the loved are too broken
to keep this thing going
you'll know that I'm home
alone

and you can creep into my room
and take what you want
for I'm dead inside

and you can leave when you want to
for I know
I'll feel nothing this time, or the next, or the next.

When all hope has drowned
- no calm can be found,
I'll be around and I'll be home
alone.
ImperfectedStone
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
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