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Saturday, March 06, 2004

bring me to life

how can you see into my eyes like open doors
leading you down into my core
where I’ve become so numb

without a soul...
my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
until you find it there and lead it back home

wake me up inside (I can’t wake up)
call my name and save me from the dark
bid my blood to run
before I come undone
save me from the nothing I’ve become

now that I know what I’m without
you can't just leave me
breathe into me and make me real
bring me to life

i've been living a lie
there's nothing inside
frozen inside without your touch
without your love darling
only you are the life among the dead

all this time i can't believe i couldn't see
kept in the dark
but you were there in front of me
I’ve been sleeping a thousand years it seems
got to open my eyes to everything

without a thought without a voice without a soul
don't let me die here
there must be something more
bring me to life

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