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Dissident |
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What kind of path was it? |
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The borders to this place, |
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So far from that first kiss, |
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To this emptiness |
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How did all our trust |
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Fall down between the cracks? |
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Can we ever comprehend |
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How it came to that? |
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Baby, baby, dry your eyes, |
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Guess it wasn't meant to be |
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I can only rationalize, |
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See you in another life, |
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When all is turn to grey, |
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We'll be born again as birds, |
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Learn how to fly away. |
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Life won't be so absurd |
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Last time you held me near, |
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The memories made me free, |
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Through emotions absently, |
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In a parody. |
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As we lay side by side, |
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The water rushes in. |
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Seems like a bridge too far, |
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Beyond the place we rear |
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Baby, baby, dry your eyes, |
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Guess it wasn't meant to be |
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I can only rationalize, |
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See you in another life, |
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When all is turn to grey, |
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We'll be born again as birds, |
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Learn how to fly away. |
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Life won't be so absurd. |