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I still see your troubled eyes
in the crest of every static wave
And I hear the echo of my lies
in the replay of each and every save

Slowly opening your tearful eyes
your voice through the whisk of the domescreen skies
And the screens always go black
I stand up, I turn my back
and go alone

I had to cancel my creation
Had to undo and go back
I had to turn everything off
and let the screen go black

From each replay
Something grow and grow
An inner turmoil
Like a suffocating undertow

Our days were few
and I always felt you knew
that the end had to come
and so it did
And so it came true

You've heard the hoary tale
of the man so old and frail
a wounded snake he found
on the forest ground

He healed it, he nursed it
and cared for it over seven days
So in the twilight haze
of the seventh silent night he woke

By a sudden deadly bite
but the snake was out of sight
and then it spoke
you knew what was at stake

I am still a snake
and a dream is still a dream
if you're sleeping or awake
and a snake is still a snake

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