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The Night is Stealing Me

She said to me,
"Think no one can here you
Crying in the night
Think no one will ever know you
Judge you from their sight

Here the voices calling
You don't recognize your own name
Before you know it you are falling
Back into the same game

Hold on to my hand
I'll try to save you
I will be your best friend
Here me telling you"

I said to her,
"Think the night is stealing me
from a happy ending
Think the climb is wearing me
down on blending (in)
I hear the voices calling
Don't recognize my own name
Before I know it i am falling
Hard again and again"

She said to me,
"Hold on to my hand
I'll try to save you
I will be your best friend
Here me telling you"

I was once
full of color
and now
I am
leaking



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