It's a thin and pale morning
In a tangle of sheets
Waking to an air of diesease
I'm being forced to find a reason
But with the secrets you keep
Truth is at best bittersweet
It's a thin and pale morning
In a tangle of sheets
Waking to an air of diesease
I'm being forced to find a reason
But with the secrets you keep
Truth is at best bittersweet
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