"The terrible fear of not finding
What is in your
Stargazing the dread of showing
Who you really are
Inside, being aware of all your
Grey living within yourself
Does the little space between
Sleep and awakening
Where you can still remember
Dreaming really exist? The
Doubt of it all makes you a 'solitaire'
But one day you will find you are not
Alone and that you never will be"

I am the solitaire i am the solitaire
I am the solitaire i am the, I am the

Solitaire solitaire i am the
Solitaire solitaire i am the
Solitaire solitaire i am the
Solitaire solitaire i am the
Backwards, I'm covering miles along
A war I'm battling alone
Against waves during a storm
Against golden oceans of grain
Between the bluebells and the sand
I'm arid and backhand

I feel impurest empty
Forlorn, sharpened tempting
Samaritan where I belong
I have been crowned grey inside
This Night is neverending
Pitch black, hell descending
Gathering into the abyss
I am the enslaved solitaire

I am the enslaved solitaire

Midnight, the candle sputters slow
Illuminates my sins and sakes
As the winter leaves it's wakes
Starwards, back to back with
My unconscious fear to face the truth
But tonight I'll come for you

At first glance I'll belong to you
At second hand you will taste my irrelevance
At last you will feel my solitude
And you will walk away i feel impurest empty
Forlorn, sharpened tempting
Samaritan where I belong
I have been crowned grey inside
This Night is neverending
Pitch black, hell descending
Gathering into the abyss
I am the enslaved solitaire

The third is the sympathetic age
And then you will finally have fear
At last you will feel my solitude
And it will be too late

I feel impurest empty
Forlorn, sharpened tempting
Samaritan where I belong
I have been crowned grey inside
This Night is neverending
Pitch black, hell descending
Gathering into the abyss
I am the enslaved solitaire

I am the enslaved solitaire
I am the enslaved solitaire

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