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Take me from this place,
It’s not like yesterday.
It’s this gentle maze,
These corridors and caves…
Where did you go…
A timeless face in misty eyed disgrace.
Choking behind glass.
If you could turn around,
You could have it all,
But break your hands before you break your fall.
In these gentle waves there’s a feeling I’ve been saved.
But I’m drowning still.
Why did you go…