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Nothing feels right today |
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All what's left is nothing left to say |
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Each word seems so cold |
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And all stories seem told |
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How did it come this far? |
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Is this the way, the way things are? |
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Here's where the story fails |
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How did it come this far? |
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Here's where the picture pales |
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Is this the way things are? |
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No, I've never found the place |
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To charm your chill, to wrap you in |
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Whatever the books may say |
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You get only what's on your way |
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Beyond our words we crave for more |
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Another road, another open door |
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Here is where my life begins |
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Leaving this world of sense |
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Here is where fiction begins |
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Here is where nothing stands... still |
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When silence comes in, and creeps underneath the skin |
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If the lost word is lost and the spent word is spent |
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This is the time, this is the place where the story ends |
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Where the story ends |
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Where the story ends |
