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Only a test.
I'm buried alive, this dirt is my guilt.
How will I survive and protect what I've built?
Render me useless, judge me to sleep.
These feelings are ruthless, my promise to keep.
My eyes have been heavy, my body needs rest.
But I'll sleep when I'm ready, this is only a test.
How will I survive and protect what I've built?
Render me useless, judge me to sleep.
These feelings are ruthless, my promise to keep.
My eyes have been heavy, my body needs rest.
But I'll sleep when I'm ready, this is only a test.
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