Oliver Clarke Biography

Well am I not dark enough for you?
Shall I go and get some friends?
Tell you they’re all in my head,
And they drive me around the bend.
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I feel it pierce through me,
But unlike a bullet it leaves no wounds,
Only this unbreakable feeling,
And a dark image that forever looms.
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My hands are getting colder,
This is no disease,
Love is slowly killing me,
It will not set me free.
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Shielded truths,
But there were no lies,
I believed you when,
I looked in those eyes.
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All these fancy dreamers,
Well I am only one of them,
Ask me have I seen her,
Ask me if she’s back again.
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