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The quest of compassion

A tuesday night
when everyone\'s asleep
and nobody\'s watching
what citylights reveal
i still wonder
why you\'re not here

I begin to grow paranoia
listening for sounds
all these are clues
these questions of mine
are awake in the dark
what am I doing
do I still exist?

Quite hard to find answers
or yet a living proof
cause it\'s still 2 am
and I\'m still alone in this room




Fri vers av Jake DeBreech
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Publicerad 2006-08-23 01:19



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