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Once upon a time there once was a life... |
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Pages turning, countless stories |
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Plots unfold with every uttered text |
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We can choose what is read |
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So much wasted idealizing |
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Waiting on the what ifs |
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Could have beens |
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Offering no clear end |
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I see the sunrise |
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Rising back in your eyes |
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Realizing what I've lost |
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So much time |
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Still I wonder |
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Wonder how to ignite chapters real |
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Burning pages left to fill, so I write |
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All consuming fire fill me |
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Fill my life with living sparks again |
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That I not just pretend |
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Still the author, but now fading |
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Crying out for your inspired script |
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Let my words make amends |
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I see the sunrise |
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Rising back in your eyes |
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Realizing what I've lost |
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So much time |
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Still I wonder |
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Wonder how to ignite chapters real |
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Burning pages left to fill |
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While waiting on my fairytale |
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I hear you say draw me near |
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While letting go of all my fears |
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I draw near |
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I draw you near |
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I see the sunrise |
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Rising back in your eyes |
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Realizing what I've lost |
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So much time |
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Still I wonder |
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Wonder how to ignite chapters real |
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Burning pages left to fill, so I write |
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See the sunrise, |
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Rising back in your eyes |
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Realizing what I've lost |
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So much time |
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Still I wonder |
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Wonder how to ignite chapters real |
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Burning pages left to fill (so I write) |
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So I write |
