I know that some things lay beyond my control
But you won't catch me sleeping when I'm on patrol
I float past the creeplings that creep through their holes
And I try not to see things that walk without souls
I try not to see things that walk without souls
I call this mine to right where I'm gonna be
But all this time, you're right there in front of me
I slip through the darkness just hoping to find
A small bit of semblance to help me unwind
A slice of existence to keep track of time
While hoping that this is the last of its kind
I'm hoping that this is the last of its kind
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