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The light refused us with designed intent |
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Into darkness we retreated to seek defense |
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With patience and logic new hope extends |
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To be different, to be lucky, and to die happy |
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So I go down, down the stair-air-case and out, out the front door |
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There is no time left to waste, a lifetime spent being choked |
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When I'm at school it's like I'm dead |
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Then the weekend comes and I resurrect |
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These old fears, these old dreams |
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They follow, they're chasing me |
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To wipe the cobwebs off my tongue |
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And try to speak those ancient words again |
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It's patience and logic that killed true love |
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Make it easy, stop believing that you can trust someone |
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Go find yourself a dry place where the storm can't touch you any more |
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Lay down and let time-ime waste, a lifetime is being choked |
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Cause there's no place left to feel at home |
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The years have past and I'm alone |
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With these same fears, these dead dreams |
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They strangle, they're killing me |
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Me |
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To get far |
