I want to live in 2 amWhen the Earth has gone to bedWhen I go outside and talk to themThe stars above my headI want to live in dreary nightsWith distant distorted spectersOf colored street lightsseen through rainfall reflectorsI want to live in hollow treesThat…

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Are we separate or the sameDo you even know my name?Are my thoughts really yoursAm I he that she abhors? If only I could knowThe face you never showThe name you never tellAnd the pain you hide so well If I could simply know your…

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