Beneath the Real
Morning After
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Stormy windows closed inside
All through my lonely lights
And real imagination crushed by the pain
There's no reason to go on
Beneath the real
I am nowhere at all
So unbearable
Beneath the real
Only scars of the night
Can kill the light
Beneath the real
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Small lights of wisdom there
Covering my lazy nights
And little robots of thinking
Guiding my easy life
Beneath the real
I am nowhere at all
So unbearable
Beneath the real
Only scars of the night
Can kill the light
Beneath the real