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Something ripped me open From my little death woken The fading rhythm of a lifeline Is music for a dead child I'm skirting the rim Skirting the rim of reality Skirting the rim Love, don't pull me in Somehow everything is broken Hours past and never replayed I sing the sickness of a love that Though it lives, can never be made There are cracks where The white light burns through Seems I see everything but the truth Once more to that sacred place The dream that sucks me under I'm skirting the rim Skirting the rim of reality Skirting the rim Love, don't pull me in Somehow everything is broken Hours past and never replayed I sing the sickness of a love that Though it lives, can never be made Somehow everything is clearer now Hours pass with never a relief I sing the sadness of a moment Though it lived was never seen, seen, seen