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How does someone with nothing end up with so much to show for it |
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All kinds of people, places, and things, your cheap doormats and decorations |
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And to think it was all just a dream, one fantastic hallucination |
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Keep on polishing your golden wall of trophies and self portraits |
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We'll just smile and wait till he knocks off your designer rose colored glasses |
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And you'll see what we see nothing but old dust, peeled paint, and broken glasses |
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A simple imprint imagined |
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I was the hill we walked |
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I was the walk that swung from your legs |
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I was your words wet cast in my thoughts |
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Those who say dreams are just dreams say words end when you can't hear them |
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Listen closely as they fade |
