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Ever wonder about which words were said? |
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Watch slow moving pictures pass instead |
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I disassembled what was mundane |
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Looking for what's left and does remain |
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I challenge the truth, |
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I'm fighting illusions |
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Come, let's be receptive |
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To all the senseless delusions |
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Moments that bore the years of youth |
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Now a hintless trace of me and you |
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Synchronise our words that are sincere |
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Articulated in ways hard to hear |
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Let us recognise the end |
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Seal it from within |
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I know love did confound us then |
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And there's no one there, all alone again |
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Never will |
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I leave before all's been said and done |
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And I turn to you: "Can you see the fading sun?" |
