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I sewed it up |
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Stitched all these dead end streets |
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Into the sewn up seams of my heartstrings unwind(unwound) |
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Like a petal pulled from an open flower. |
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Surrounds by fields where children sign but don't make a sound and don't |
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Break it off |
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This searching for what we may never find |
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And that says it all. |
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I hope that we will make it through.. |
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The heartbreak that comes with just living through one day |
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All the good times that past and all the friends we lose in a lifetime on our way. |
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Here in this life we seem so lost. |
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On this side of brightness we don't know where to go. |
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I hope that we can make it |
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Through this night. |