as I sit here frozen alone, even ghosts get tired and go home as they crawl back under the stones. And I wish there was something, please tell me there's something better. And I wish there was something more than this saturated loneliness. And I wish I could feel it and I wish I could steal it, abduct it, corrupt it. But I never can, it's just saturated loneliness. Does the silence get lonely?
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as I sit here frozen alone, even ghosts get tired and go home as they crawl back under the stones. And I wish there was something, please tell me there's something better. And I wish there was something more than this saturated loneliness. And I wish I could feel it and I wish I could steal it, abduct it, corrupt it. But I never can, it's just saturated loneliness. Does the silence get lonely?
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