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Raphael: Every day is the same charade: weary ghosts frequenting their favorite haunts. |
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We're all tired but no one ever moves. |
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Cameron: No effort is made until we forget and fade away. |
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Raphael: I always found it strange how you found comfort when I spoke in foreign tongue. |
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(In Polish) What do you want from me that you cannot say? |
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What do you want from me that I cannot do? |
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Charlie: And my words collapsed like the lungs you've overused, for I've wasted my best fleeting hopes, but they weren't you. |
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I keep my eyes firmly closed, hoping I won't see your face. |
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But you are everywhere a shadow, and I am so alone. |
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I am so alone. |
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Raphael: But what are ghosts except memories we can't let go? |
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Cameron and Raphael: Today I am what I never was: I am truly alone. |
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Tomorrow I'lI be what I wish I were today: I won't be afraid anymore. |
