silent night in back on my feet again

  • Dec. 27, 2025, 3:45 a.m.
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one night or day...

one breath away...

no ones gonna know i'm gone...

with the passing of the night...

black turning into light...

or maybe with the slaughter of the dawn...

pretty words simple as they are...

reminds me of the time i had a soul...

to sleep per chance to dream...

just as easy as it seems...

to reach any simple goal...


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