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t night when I’m alone

And I’m lying in my bed These things, they talk to me They live inside my head I don’t know what they say But I’m overcome with fear I’m trying to ignore them Hoping they will disappear I sit there and I pray For God to bring me peace To take away the fear And please just let me sleep And so I lay there still Waiting for slumber to come Praying for tomorrow For this night to just be done

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