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I sit and read your story |
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Mortal image statued |
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Delusions of one's glory |
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Irony masked in virtue |
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When mom she told me |
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"I'm not going to live forever" |
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She gave this manuscript to me |
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"To read when I am gone" |
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Tell me what it's like to be |
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Where you are, I wanna be |
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The invitation |
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To this sensation |
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As I read the last few lines |
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I slowly start to realize |
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You have opened up my mind |
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This is completely beautiful |
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And now it all makes sense |
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These words I wish she spoke to me |
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It was right in front of me |
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I feel her next to me |
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Tell me what it's like to be |
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Where you are, I wanna be |
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The invitation |
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To this sensation |
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I need to break away |
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Need to break through |
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Throw it all away |
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Show me how to |
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I adore you |
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I won't forget you |
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I adore you |
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You helped me break through |
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I adore you |
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You held onto me |
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I adore you |
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I feel you |
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Tell me what it's like to be |
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Where you are, I wanna be |
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I'm tired of feeling out of place |
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Too many roles I imitate |
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Tell me what it's like to be |
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Where you are, I wanna be |
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The invitation |
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To this sensation |
