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Insomniac Story
The moon is a clock
Ticking through the night
Roses of darkness
Not a vision in sight
Moonsky is the only light
Counting down the minutes
All seems meaningless, despite
happy i've wasted it on you
The only delight
The stars are lost
So the dark must stay
Thats when thinking thoughts play
My bed is a dreamland
Where love does not exist
Only I'm not dreaming
Im one eye awake, thinking
All the time i kissed on you
goodbye.
All the pain of living a lie
All the mistakes of mine
No God to forgive me
Death does seem quite better
Sometimes I want to go to sleep
forever.
Only I can't sleep and I can't dream
And if i die my only wish
You would avenge my death
So I would exist.
Ticking through the night
Roses of darkness
Not a vision in sight
Moonsky is the only light
Counting down the minutes
All seems meaningless, despite
happy i've wasted it on you
The only delight
The stars are lost
So the dark must stay
Thats when thinking thoughts play
My bed is a dreamland
Where love does not exist
Only I'm not dreaming
Im one eye awake, thinking
All the time i kissed on you
goodbye.
All the pain of living a lie
All the mistakes of mine
No God to forgive me
Death does seem quite better
Sometimes I want to go to sleep
forever.
Only I can't sleep and I can't dream
And if i die my only wish
You would avenge my death
So I would exist.
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