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Watching backwards as life like pictures |
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Stinging thoughts, born with phantoms |
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We danced above a world forgotten |
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Moments cherished...even now |
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A train-wrecked heart loves fairy tales |
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Singing from a gaping wound |
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However time has left unsettled |
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My memories play out of tune |
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You can't unmake a cold mistake |
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You can't undo the hearts you break |
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You can't erase the poet's fate |
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Not even if you try |
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And she had |
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Audry Hepburn's smile |
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With deeper sadder eyes |
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The only thing she said |
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No one hears |
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Cassandra cry |
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Because the earth is standing still |
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And the truth becomes a lie |
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A choice profound is bittersweet |
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No one hears |
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Cassandra cry |
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A heartfelt sorrow |
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I believe |
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Offered this for passion's crime |
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A crippled satellite trapped in orbit |
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My memories play out of time |
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You can't unmake a cold mistake |
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You can't undo the hearts you break |
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You can't erase the poet's fate |
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Not even if you ry... |
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The listless price of my descension |
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Where emptiness has pulled me down |
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Cascading from my divagation |
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Below the frozen winter skies |
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Pythonic sadness unreleased |
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As serpents rigid in cold |
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Waiting for the warmth of |
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Sunday Before the cruelty of growing old |
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Are you listening? |
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Are you listening? |
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Are you listening now? |
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Like Orpheus with hope intangled |
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Your path was mapped about your feet |
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Leading backwards into forgiveness |
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Or forward to a foold retreat |
