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The Night Of The Soul

Dark outside, dark inside,
Got to wonder 'have I died? '
Can't sleep, can't think,
Can't rationalise a thing,
Remember a time when peace was King,
Creativity sucked away,
Replaced by emptiness, well hey
You know I've seen this time before
And I can just keep off the floor
Of life's rejects -
That too direct
For you? Don't care,
When exactly were you there
For me? Can I be seen to disagree
With this world's selfsatisfied profanity
Called 'Normal' - No
Just let go
Slip away
C'est le passé

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