Buffy
Every single night the same arrangement
I go out and fight the fight
Still I always feel the strange estrangement
Nothing here is real, nothing here is right
I've been making shows of trading blows
Just hoping no-one knows
That I've been going through the motions
Walking through the part
Nothing seems to penetrate my heart
I was always brave and kind of righteous
Now I find I'm wavering
Crawl out of your grave, you'll find this fight just
Doesn't mean a thing
Vampire
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