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Ashes and promises share a bond |
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Through the winds of change |
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Words are blown away |
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When visions that should be |
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Are tattooed in your mind |
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The power to let go |
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Is sometimes hard to find |
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The answer cannot be found |
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In the writing of others |
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Or the words of a trained mind |
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In a precious world of memories |
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We find ourselves confined |
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Claws so razor sharp |
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Ripping at the spirit |
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Chorus: |
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Promises a potential to hurt |
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Is anything real? |
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When forever is to be until |
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Deep inside, in the world of empty words... |
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No escaping from those haunting |
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empty words... |
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Do you ever feel it? |
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A craving that is so strong |
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To by thought rewind in order to find |
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Expectations that shined through the doubt |
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That soon would turn into the price |
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Of what a word will be worth |
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When tomorrow comes |
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To be and we are left |
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Standing on our own- |
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And seeing what is real... |
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The answer cannot be found |
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In the writing of others |
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Or the words of a trained mind |
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In a precious world of memories |
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We find ourselves confined |
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Claws so razor sharp |
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Ripping at the spirit |
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Chorus |