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more than ever i am feeling lost cut the shiver count the cost i am sliding under a big wave these things take time to say i'm a fool to think i am above anything and the phrase that repeats itself is "give up" day by day by day the weight of my eyelids increases until i'm quietly locked inside this tomb of a mind and what... have I left behind? © 2003, h e a t h . h o u s t o n |