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In the shadow of my doubt, this life is dust on naked walls in the ruins of defeat. The spotlights fade, there's a clown without a crowd. His sorrow smiles relentlessly. Welcome winter bittersweet of final fall. My train of thoughts keep on hauling me over a low again. Easy to see for a someone whose soul can bleed. Who am I to overrule believers at the wonder wall? Some illusions come undone and violently. My train of thoughts keep on hauling me over a low again. Easy to see for a someone whose soul can bleed. So far astray when all comes to all. You'll never be satisfied. You might as well let go. |