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My dreams are cold and crawl with regret |
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Black and white, there's still us shouting out |
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We might not make it through |
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This chapter covers time without you |
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You are a ghost within these pages I call home |
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That's nothing new |
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Cause I'm inclined to say I don't mind |
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That you still come around this place |
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Survive me every time |
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Every scar and all the pain that we find in between |
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All the words are like razorblades |
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Well it all seemed far, the distance we are |
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Another world, another time |
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Like another life we left behind |
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It's not enough to say I know you |
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It's like you have all your secrets |
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I don't know and never will |
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Like a riddleated pages, nothing new |
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A silent gesture, screaming out my name |
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You know this one's for you |
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Cause I'm inclined to say I don't mind |
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That you still keep me guessing |
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Every chapter, every time |
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Every scar and all the pain that we find in between |
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All the words are like razorblades |
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Well it all seemed far, the distance we are |
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Another world, another time |
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Like another life we left behind |
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Well I got my wings and all my good luck things |
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Pressed between a single page in melodrama |
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Well this binding's not at all what it used to be |
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Can't hold this page any longer |
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Any longer |
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This story I too shall breathe |
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The chapters four, five, and three |
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We done it all with every start |
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The rest is human, dark and bleak |
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With fiction, fodder, and disbelief |
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And somehow we always make it through |
