I sit and wait, awake at night.
It’s cold inside, I’ve lost the fight.
The audience screams what people swallow,
that paths unseen redeem their sorrow
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I sit and wait, awake at night.
It’s cold inside, I’ve lost the fight.
The audience screams what people swallow,
that paths unseen redeem their sorrow
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