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Living on an excuse
I'm living on an excuse
The night destroys me
So much of nothing racing through my mind
I lie to continue each day
No one knows what I mean, but me
If you were to hold my hand,
There would be no emotion, no warmth
There's no love, no feelings
Emptiness is a hollow room that only I can open and close the door
Would you enter if I was to lock you in my prison?
The night destroys me
So much of nothing racing through my mind
I lie to continue each day
No one knows what I mean, but me
If you were to hold my hand,
There would be no emotion, no warmth
There's no love, no feelings
Emptiness is a hollow room that only I can open and close the door
Would you enter if I was to lock you in my prison?
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