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You fall and you fall, eventually you get up. |
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It hurts like hell but brings you to life. |
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I didn't see this coming the end of all that was. |
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Just lived the lie that what brings you rest cannot |
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hurt you. It was summer and I hoped for more |
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than the rut this place brings. All I got was |
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emptiness that still haunts me. I lost a part of |
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me and I lost my way but the pictures stayed |
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to follow me to bed. What I'll see tonight I won't |
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see ever again. |
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There is no lighthouse or landmarks to guide me |
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through. Your stories they are beautiful but they |
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won't bring me back. There is no route written |
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that I can take or someone that I can follow. Your |
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stories they are beautiful but these troubled waters |
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I have to cross alone. |
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I try to hang on to the things that I know I used to, |
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used to care for and the people that I know that I |
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love. It goes some of the time but sometimes life |
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just treats you too hard. When they find your body |
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drifting to land at least you tried to find your way |
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back home. |
