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walking through a wasteland of words and memories looking for the person i used to be thoughts i don't recognize make me realize times have changed and so have i and a familiar fear comes back to me pale fire dry land getting drier nothing can grow in the ashes of desire pale fire burned on the desire no one can grow with nothing to inspire the bitter harvest of a barren land i'm painting pictures you don't understand dust blinds my eyes, makes me realize i'm choking life with living lies pale fire dry land getting drier nothing can grow in the ashes of desire pale fire burned on the desire no one can grow with nothing to inspire and a familiar fear claims another day wondering have i said all i have to say |