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Lock the last open door my ghosts are gaining on me.
I long to be like you lie cold in the ground like you.
Fear is only in our minds taking over all the time.
How could i have burned paradise? how could i? you were never mine.
I want to stay in love with my sorrow oh but god i want to let it go.
And i'm still waiting for the rain to fall, pouring life down on me.