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In the dark side



Running in circles
trying to escape
searching for the light
moving in and out
smashing your face
standing up again
keeping going all the way
...but where to?
Flowing like a river
floating in space
traveling into the labyrinth
of your confused mind
Tired of being lonely
sick of being fooled
wanting something more
but never getting none
if you could only meet me
in the dark side of my mind..