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Fragments of my life |
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Are slipping through time |
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In washed out memories |
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I just can't seem to find |
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It seems I break |
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All my fragile dreams |
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When I call |
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The angel into me |
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So what have I done? |
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What have I done? |
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Have I made you proud |
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Or have I driven you away? |
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Her eyes are complicated |
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Silently she slips away |
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And in her wake I find |
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A cascade of regret |
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All that I believe in |
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The anchors in my heart |
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Cannot be for nothing |
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But we still stand apart |
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In silence |
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It seems I break |
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All my fragile dreams |
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When I call |
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The angels back to me |
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So what have I done? |
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What have I done? |
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When time has claimed my fire |
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And left me in exile |
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Shadows cross in essence |
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That's part of what I am |
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When you try to see the angel |
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Standing like a man |
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Paper hearts and faded pictures |
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That we cherished all the while |
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And guard of distant forests |
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Raining tears placed in exile |
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What have I done? |
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Who have I become? |
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Though these words may come alive |
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Poets and prophets die. |
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God, are you sleeping? |
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God, are you dreaming? |
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Are you watching me tonight, |
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Finding tears to mark the time? |
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God, are you sleeping? |
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God, are you dreaming? |
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Are you crying for my life? |
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Falling angels in exile |
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(God, are you sleeping?) |
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Never give up. |
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(God, are you dreaming?) |
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Never give in. |
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There is fight within. |
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Do you hear me in the dark? |
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(God, are you sleeping?) |
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Never give up |
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(God, are you dreaming?) |
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Never give in |
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There is fight within |
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And I long to see your smile |
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What have I done? |
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Who have I become? |
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Though these words may come alive |
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Poets and prophets die... |
