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Separation |
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The result of your coming touch |
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What's motivation if my feelings can't turn into love |
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I spend my spare time |
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Frustrated and painting a mask |
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Fits right to your face |
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Recovers the thoughts of my past |
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It pains me to know that all I see |
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Is a vision to grow |
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And everything around me's always fading fast |
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It's what I'd like to see |
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So now I'll just open the window |
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Letting the wind blow |
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Separation |
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I fear that we're losing such |
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This conversation is dull and is nothing to love |
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Where's the passion |
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Diminished, it lays in the past |
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And I'm distracted |
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It's taken me this long to grasp |
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From far away |
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I can feel her preparing a place with my name |
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I awake |
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This dream's just a scene that I sculpted from pain |
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I built us a house with wedful desires |
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A fence that would mend |
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Protect you from crying |
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I can't erase |
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I can't erase |
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The faith that I corrupt my days through |
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The look on your face |
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I can't erase |
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My mind and heart working different ways |
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Separate |