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Inside
Looking through the window
You’re standing in the dark
What is it your looking for
My life.. my death.. my spark
I can’t profess to know
Anything at all these days
And deep within our beings
It’s real life being played
The radio churns then spits
Someone dreaming of my death
And I can’t help but wonder
How long my bodily spirit has left
Would you like to go for a walk
You and me one night in the dark
Because if you do you know
All you’d have to do is ask
Then we could finally close
This chapter of the past
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