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You woke up this morning,
Something feels strange, what could it be?
The tears on your pillow,
Are all dried and away, just like the love
You felt a million years ago...,
When you were young and feeling so high.
You were ready to die.
Feeling alone,
This world is so cold.
And you're on your own.
You walked through the valley,
To the road of the long lost souls.
Screaming and begging for more,
pain that's too real.
And that you once tried to feel.
When you were young and feeling so high.
You were ready to die.
Feeling alone,
This world is so cold.
And you're on your own.
The feeling is strong,
The stranger is home.
And your on your own.
'Cause when you were young and feeling so high.
You were ready to die.
Feeling alone,
This world is so cold.
And you're on your own.
The Feeling is gone,
The stranger is gone.
And now you are gone.
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