| So Long, my misery
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| I don’t need you
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| you’ve only caused me grief
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| forgive me if I fall asleep
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| I haven’t slept in centuries
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| Daylight lives like a burden for me
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| so I escape
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| sent it strewn about the street
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| beyond the ruins of my ancestry
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| far past the pages of my disbelief
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| I rose from my moat
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| like a ghost from a grave
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| sunken in the salty eyes of the wandering displaced
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| I was heading through the mist across the golden gate
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| all of my rebellions fall into the fog of fate
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| So long my misery
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| I don’t need you
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| you’ve only caused me grief
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| forgive me if I fall asleep
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| I haven’t slept in centuries
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| Spring time came again
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| and Icarus fell
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| I flew past the numb lipped nuns who’ll never tell
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| the secrets of the sailors and their 7 year spell
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| I will not fall, nor will my wings ever melt
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| if I could I would wash all these wounds away
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| I would surround your room with a sense of mental grace
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| I would paint your portrait over everything mundane
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| more colorful than Easter Sunday
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| so long my misery
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| I don’t need you
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| you’ve only caused me grief
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| forgive me if I fall asleep
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| I haven’t slept in centuries
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| put me on a boat
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| leave my inhibitions at bay
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| my mind is spilling
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| but I haven’t much to say
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| I was running through the canyons
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| pulse the echoes of your name
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| you were laughing at me like
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| the sun laughs at a flame
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| put me on a page in a book of beginnings
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| let me scroll me through old volumes of ancient teachings
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| let me reveal in all of these forgotten feelings
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| lay me with the wretched in the arms of my queen
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| so long sweet misery
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| I don’t need you
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| you’ve only caused me grief
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| forgive me if I fall asleep
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| I haven’t slept in centuries
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| no I haven’t slept in centuries
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| I haven’t slept in centuries |