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von The Blank

I always seem to find myself
Tip-toeing on puppet strings
Even when I know that
They′re looped and tied
Balance is never lost
So I'm subjected to measureless bounds
Of walking


I found myself here
Lost in another dark room
I didn′t know what was before me
Except for my own doom
The walls are dripping
And I taste and I taste
And I try to find a way

A door creaks open
A silhouette carrying a figure
Of somebody I once knew

I'm hoping and dreaming
That it's you

Will you take me from here?