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Will there be a better day tomorrow |
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To misdirect this terror that I feel |
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Until the echoes of your laughter |
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Become too painful to conceal |
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Will there be a blinding light |
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Or does everything just cut out |
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Into the dark where we begin |
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Will we get the timing right |
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Just one day of this fleeting life |
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Or are we strangers till the end |
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Will there be parades and prison cells |
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Reward or reckoning for lies we tell |
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Will the waters rise and fall |
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Will the sun consume us all |
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Will there be a blinding light |
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Will there be a blinding light |
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Or does everything just cut out |
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Into the dark where we begin |
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Will we get the timing right |
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Just one day of this fleeting life |
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Or are we strangers till the end |
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On the shore brought by the tide |
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The blue of irises and sky |
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The faintest breath of what we knew |
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The waters rise and fall without you |
