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Never Would I Have Chased 
The Dreams Of The Haunted.
Distant Voices Twitching In The Dark.
I Can Still Hear Ringing In My Ears.
Tales Of Betrayal,
Tales Of Grey,
And Oh How The Mighty’ve Fallen.
Just Like Flies We’re Dropping
Until The Puddles Of Acid Rain Wash Away.
Distract Myself With Another Game
Appearing Before A Familiar Face.
Engulfed In A Foam Of Grace
When I Can’t Think Of...

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