Duality of Meaning
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The days I drive alone and no matter where I go ... and it's when a song plays that reminds me of you and I glance over and the only passenger warming the seat next to me are sun-rays...that's when I feel lonely
The times before bed I'm in hand with a pen and paper... and it's when blue pain stains paper your red lust lust traces your lips and as this book finally closes your mirror slams shut... that's when I feel lonely.
The nights I sleep alone and on my bed...and it's when I'm torn between sleep and reality I reach out for you but all I grab is the moonlight on cold pillows lying next to me ...that's when I feel lonely
I'm alone every minute of the hour and that I can just take.
Its when I feel lonely every second of the moment I just can't bare.
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