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We are the species of the dead |
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Forever trying to return the fled |
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Which we've lost, but never had |
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Be careful what you ignore |
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Be careful what you adore |
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Ideals will have you trapped forevermore |
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Reopened wounds won't stay unseen |
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It's time to face what might have been |
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Don't you know |
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That regrets don't die |
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They'll be gathered like the stones you cast |
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Don't you ever set them free, no! |
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Don't you waste your time |
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Praying hard before the icons of the past |
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We do not trouble to count the cost |
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While trying to rebuild the lost |
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While it's pleasant memories that hurt the most |
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Be careful what you reveal |
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Be careful what you conceal |
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False jewels look the most real |
