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Ashes and promises share a bond |
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Through the winds of change, words are blown away |
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When visions that should be are tattooed in your mind |
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The power to let go is sometimes hard to find |
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The answer cannot be found |
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In the writing of others 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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Promises a potential to hurt, 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, 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, of what a word will be worth |
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When tomorrow comes to be and we are left |
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Standing on our own and seeing what is real |
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The answer cannot be found |
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In the writing of others 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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Promises a potential to hurt, 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, empty words |
