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Sometimes questions are wrong. |
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Nails breaking glass and faltering faith. |
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A dying star has ceased its circle. |
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Ambiguous statements dried out. |
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Words undignified, |
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to dilute the end of this story. |
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One step ahead is a beacon to follow. |
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Waiting for the rain, for the end of tomorrow. |
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Overdressed parasite with the fragance of boredom about. |
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It's the same scenery like ten times before. |
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To try too hard might bring failure |
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when even patience has dissolved. |
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Words unjustified, to repeat all |
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the slander once more. |
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save no souls, bury memories underground. |
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One step ahead is a beacon to follow, |
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Waiting for the rain, for the end of tomorrow. |
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I've done my time, |
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searched the end of the rainbow, |
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now set me free, to find my soul's symmetry. |
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This long descent is my ordeal, |
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my penitence perfunctory. |
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You are my bride with bleeding heels, |
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the shoes don't fit but |
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we're dancing still. |
