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Sleep is my paradise

And my demise

It's where your face never shows

And I can rest my uneasy heart

But when my guard is down

The scene changes

And all I see is you

I can feel the happiness again

I'm warm again

We're happy, blissful even

The void is gone

But the perfect scene rips in half

Because my alarm couldn't wait 3 seconds

And you dissappear from my grasp

Me still reaching for you

The cold sweeps in again

And I'm left alone

Because sleeping leads to thinking

And to think is to live

I don't think therefore I cannot live

Because my reason for living died

The second you let me go

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