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They're Closed and you're Sleeping


Look into the peephole of my soul and you’ll see that

Its practically gone. Look into the ocean

And you will see the waves and the ripples.

It may not be much


 

Its practically gone. Look into the ocean

And you will see a sea of faces

It may not be much

But its more than nothing at all


 

And you will see a sea of faces

Swimming looking for their souls

But its more than nothing at all

Because nothing at all is what caused this


 

Swimming looking for their souls

They travel around the world

Because nothing at all is what caused this

And this isn’t worth it


 

They travel around the world

Looking for what they lost

And it isn’t worth it

Look into the peephole of my soul and you’ll see that.



 

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