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Days confused |
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Ruined by a past you hardly knew |
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The frost in your eyes |
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Irritated streams on others lost |
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These memories, it seems, cause cracks and one gets unglued |
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These tendrils proceed to strangle her reason too |
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Held apart |
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Every time is lost |
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But maybe once in a while |
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You'll catch 'em |
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When all the walls are brick |
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And all the racing's fixed |
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You'll change expression |
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Damned if you |
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Didn't hide your face I'm sure they knew |
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When thoughts cross your heart |
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Bypass all the strain of being you |
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When most people dream, their subconscious locks on you |
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You're wrapped in your scene, and blanket of things you drew |
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Don't be frightened, someone caught you napping |
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A knock on the door in advance didn't help this time |
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Every Sunday you look out the window |
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To count the tracks in the snow till they get back |
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Should it be so hard to have a nice day? |
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Should it be so hard to have a nice time? |
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Don't feel so worthless in the meanwhile (x2) |
