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We, in the ocean of forgettable things |
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Are we just travelling in time |
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We, from wherever we bailed out, |
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Lande here |
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If I could do more than hold you |
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If I could do more than watch you tears |
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I wish we could name this place Oblivion |
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And then be hapily on our way |
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Here on the outskirts of an age soon spent |
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With all its demons and songs of untruth |
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If we could travel ahead and lose this life |
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Crack it open and live to tell the tale |
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If I could do more than hold you |
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If I could do more than watch your tears |
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I wish we could name this place Oblivion |
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And then be happily on our way |
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(Into my arms, out of harms way) |
