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Inside this is all that helps |
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Only to feel your existence (stop) |
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Deny the truth that my life has changed |
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Hoping that this is all just a dream. |
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Living inside of just what could not be |
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No way to read your obituary |
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Enslaved to a silence so frequently rang |
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Buried the place that reminds me you lay. |
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This isn't what you really are |
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Blindfolded through the hurt |
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So sorry |
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So sorry |
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Memories my mind still replays |
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Comforting thoughts 'til I awake. |
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The presence of you is haunting through shapes |
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Reflecting your image off on my face |
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Whispered desire to know you're at peace |
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Blank in the eyes you're vacant to me |
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So with the spirit entirely strong |
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Entirely strong it's time to move on |
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This isn't what you really are |
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Blindfolded through the hurt |
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So sorry |
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So sorry |
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(for this all) |
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Empty still frames |
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Turning the page |
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Let go, Let go your hope |
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This isn't what you really are |
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Blind folded through the hurt |
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So sorry |
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So sorry |
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(for this all) |
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Let go, Let go your hope |
