Souls suffer the landscape
in shrouds of dew, as ghosts.
their eternity is for searching
but a certain dissension grows.
i've seen them wander,
voices raised in prayer
consorting in whisper,
they curse the ones not there.
If you didn't want this and i didn't need it,
then how has this interest become an addiction?
if you didn't want it, then why can't you do without?
I know i'm not your first one,
but i pray i'll be your last.
i've never seen you cry before,
but i know when i make you laugh.
i know and you know, you've heard this all before...
these arms are for holding on.
this heart won't stray from home.
If you didn't want this and i didn't need it,
then how has this interest become an addiction?
if you didn't want it, then why can't you do without?
I know, i know, i know
god tell me, where's my halo?
If you didn't want this and i didn't need it,
then how has this interest become an addiction?
if you didn't want it, then why can't you do without?
If you didn't want this and i didn't need it,
then how has this interest become an addiction?
if you didn't want it, then why can't you do without?

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