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The Unseen
I can barely stand this heavy airResting his lead fingers on my neckA song of distant hope's behind this weary breathIf I can only rip it from my chestIf the cure should come too lateUntil death I'll always crave the undamaged meAwaiting to be seenI can barely look beyond the breachTo see the aftermath smiling back at meIf the cure should come too lateUntil death I'll always crave the undamaged meAwaiting to be seenIf the cure should come too lateUntil death I'll always crave the undamaged meAwaiting to be seenIf the cure should come too lateUntil death I'll always crave the undamaged meAwaiting to be seenTo be seen, to be seen
From Letras Mania