If I could oh
really forget myself and tomorrow
What a proof against
a world of sorrow
I said I'd do it
this very day
isn't what I always say
why the looking in
What am I seeking
why looking ahead
I can't shake this sneaking
feeling it all comes to fear
and lashing out at ghosts
to forget the only antidote
ironic what I fear the most
what
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