Along the path where the stream is talking,
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I breathe the mist and continue walking.
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The wood it whispers in a language of it's own.
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As a sigh escaped my lips,
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I feel the light caress of fingertips that,
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steal away the breath and leave me on my own.
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Waiting by the stairs. (Waiting, I despair)
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Waiting, I despair. (Waiting by the stairs)
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My whole life is a dark room.
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One, big, dark room.
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Do I hear the hollow sound,
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Footsteps resounding on this frozen ground,
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Or the familiar disappointment of the echoes of my own?
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Waiting by the stairs. (Waiting i despair)
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Waiting, I despair. (Waiting by the stairs)
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[whispers:]
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Somehow I ended up here in between,
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Where there is always the comfort,
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Of knowing I'll never be seen.
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When I fall
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When I fall
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I wait for just one touch,
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And I fall
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Weightless,
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Endless,
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Faithless, I'll adore you.
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A single touch, before I fade. Painless let me pass through.
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Weightless,
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Endless,
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Faithless, I'll adore you.
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A single touch, before I fade. Painless let me pass through.
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The Despair Factor
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| AFI |
