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As lashes close
I see my woes
Spread out like a carpet of bugs
In absence of light
Pass visions of night
And shallow graves left halfway dug

Behind my eyelids
Is a world you cannot see
A place that's just for me
Behind my eyelids

You watch a tear
It trickles clear
And glistens on my skin
My liquid pain
Oh, would profane
Please baby, let me in