In this sea of faces, these blurred strangers, I offer myself up, one last time.
The invisible empire, where I am emperor, this black, black host, for endless time.
It only takes one person to make you happy, so where is mine? There's soul out there searching who forgot about me, so why do I hear....
Small talk flowing, from greedy Irish pockets, and facades weep, they weep when they're alone.
It only takes one person to make you happy, so where is mine? There's a soul out there searching who forgot about me, so where do I belong?
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