.A currency of heartache and sorrow
The air we breathe is stale with mold
To shadows we are slaves digging deeper every day
But emptiness is growing so old
Headlamps light the tunnels we wander>
They shimmer and they dance on the walls
We're lost inside these caves as the .
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