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I have done it again |
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I could not avoid the soft comforting touch of your presence any longer |
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Increasingly isolated. I slowly find relief in silence |
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I sense the spirited child in me gradually letting go |
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Its golden smile grows weary with every disappointment |
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I miss the old days and I know you feel the same way |
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How can something this special become so distant? |
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The exhaustion of boredom has taken its toll |
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Wash these walls and and throw away the ashtray |
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Feel it coming |
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I've slept away too many days |
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Take me back to a place |
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where everything makes sense again |
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I never meant for things to turn out this way |
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No matter what the outcome is, |
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The good times will always remain |
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as intact as a static little perfectly drawn portrait |
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Holding on to them seems like the only thing pure enough to drive me at times |
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Increasingly isolated, I slowly find relief in silence |
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I sense the spirited child in me gradually letting go |
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Its golden smile grows weary with every disappointment |
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I miss the old days and I know you feel the same way |
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How can something so special fade as time goes by? |
