Wrapped in a blanket; blank Sunday dawn
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A lifeless reception where I'm the pawn
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Aimlessly walking; Victoria Square
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Feeling so absent when you're not there
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And everyone around me keeps saying to try
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Lavender's a fragrance that I'll never buy
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I shut out the light and return to a screen
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Tired of believing that you're not a dream
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Days go by; I feel the same
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Some empty nothing that's already came
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Drowned out the blank hours with lies
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Lavender's a fragrance I'll never buy
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