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Crashing down. |
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As I reflect on the stories of my youth |
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I dig deep for a kernel or truth these are the kind of things that keep us up at night |
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I've yet to find those fairy tale endings save for the times |
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I was just pretending, these are the kind of things that keep us up at night |
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What does it mean when we mean what we say but we keep losing faith every day. |
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Deliver me from this wasteland, deliver me from feeling alone. |
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These days, at best are a shadow of what they should have been. |
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Deliver me from this wasteland, deliver me from feeling alone. |
