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Soul stealer mind crusher 
Your nothing I can’t control 
Without me you are useless 
Some how you run my life 
Waking I rush to you 
Sleeping I dream with you 
How easily I can send you away 
Every day I say I will 
Yet still I sit adsorbed 
Alive within your conversation 
None of them addressed to me 
Tell me of the pretty people 
Explain to me a Childs suffering 
Steal my soul a bit again tonight 
Tell me of your loneness 
Soon your friends are filling every room with chatter I
can’t hear
When your finally silent 
It fills my heart with ache 
Anxiety of missing another failing life 
Show me my distorted reflection 
Crush my mind 
This television set 
Posted: 2005-08-20 05:29:35 UTC

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2006-03-28 20:13:35lost the lonely dead
nice yeah that is a lot like the other one but i think in some ways i like yours better then mine