The worlds a perfect plan gone bad
And Im a flower slightly growing mad
A sea of sorrows and despair
And I sense shadows everywhere
I toss and I turn, the havens burn
When will I learn
I toss and I turn, the havens burn
Sirens calling, rest your head
Follow riddles to be read
Silent whispers in the air
And I sense shadows everywhere....
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