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I see a ghost in a photograph |
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I feel that wave come up under me |
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I see myself in that other half |
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I feel that pain pull me underneath |
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I see the times that we'll never have |
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I hear the sighs of content we'd breathe |
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I feel the smile that I wish I had |
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But all these moments are projections of the past |
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Cuz a part of me died and a liveliness was lost when you passed |
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And a light in me dimmed as a certainty was slipping through my grasp |
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Now I'm picking up the pieces getting cut open by shards of broken glass |
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Well how long can this last |
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Missing is that purpose in my life but I can get it back |
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This isn't gone |
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I can get it back |
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I see no soul in the mirror |
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Only see signs of demise getting nearer |
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"Time heals wounds" is absurd as a theorem |
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But I can see above the sky's getting clearer |
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And though despair of things before will never leave |
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Although our past mistakes can never be retrieved |
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Way out in the distance is a vessel on the seas |
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And I'm a set a heading toward the sun, cuz I believe that I can get it back |
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All that hope and that joy |
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That trust and that care |
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Those dreams of a boy, I can get it back |
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All that love and that worth |
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That touch of a flare |
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That feel of the earth, I can get it back |
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That drive to extreme |
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That confidence to lead |
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That willingness to bleed, I will get it back |
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Reassembled when I'm done |
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Depression on the run as I come beating on these drums |
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This isn't gone |
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I can get it back |
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Battles with the mind and the timid stand off |
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Slightest bit of pain and those tender folk scoff |
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Choose the destination but that bridge must be crossed |
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Guess the bottom line is we're cut from different cloths |
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Borders they divide but I'm inclined to cut across |
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Reach the outer limits then I cut away my loss |
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Continue toward the goal in sight no matter what the cost |
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Emboldened by this chance, I'm not afraid to get lost |
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Cuz now I'm pushing forward and nobody dare oppose |
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Now I'm moving faster while that ticking clock slows |
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And now I'm climbing higher like the ground can't hold |
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So I don't plan on stopping when this summit plateaus |
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I'm that invasion of the body by the soul |
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Sickened from the cold but soon a certified whole |
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Never one to fight but I just hit it on the nose |
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It took my spirit, but I got it back, case closed |
