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.....and when the ocean washed me up onto you shore, was |
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I then saved? |
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Oh, loveable liar |
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You whispered tales to me at night, but how come you never gave them voice? |
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Staring into enticing darkness, you chose to close your eyes |
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I could never have predicted this loss of self and time |
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And I am crushed against your stone (Under the silence, the grinding silence) .....and yes, time will float by, but never will it heal a single wound |
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You cannot remake this |
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You grind me to dust with your pain |
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Now, will you let me have mine? |
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And you, still standing there, swept in your moth-eaten pride: |
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I never wanted this to be |
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I never wanted this |
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And I am crushed against your stone (Under the silence, the grinding silence) |