repeat, repeat

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more and more

i see through the dark;

headlights sear into a spark

miss the sharpest mark


closer and closer

to the graveyard time

your hand in mine

i walk the line


over and over

your death replays

apologies i raise

deafened to their praise


denied, denied

you call me cold

to my heart, i am old

and my sins untold

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