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My fingertips are deadend, feels like a winter chill
My heart is like a frozen wall, getting harder still
Iv'e lost desire for the day, the night I have to fear,
I'm sighing with a whimpered wail, looking for a tear
I lay here and my sleep won't come, I think of you and cry,
I wonder to myself what of, although I know just why
As light is dark, and dark is light, I look to see the sky,
My love is hate as hate is love, believing it's a lie
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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