There\'s doubt in your voice
I can tell... I can tell...
a whispering halt in your crazed noise
I can tell... What the hell...?

you sigh and you sigh and you sigh
ask why and why and why, why, why
and then you tremble and then you cry
I remember... I recall... you always lie

inhale, exhale... all things break
exhale, exhale... and forsake
inhale, inhale... and relate
relief for reliefs own twisted sake

Therein the trouble sought came lika thief
in cold doubt, sweet sigh and calm relief

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