| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - hiding Yeah, in the back of the closet counting steps There is a war inside my house Crashing down like waves on pavement Soon to sweep me away A beating pulse from the heart inside my chest (Vision clouded) Within your eyes (I find myself) I find myself (Losing footing) Burning bright (But gaining ground) Still yearning Pull in the shades Drown out the light Everything just falls in place in time
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