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Empty shadows, blinding lights, swallow what we have today. |
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Hope and anticipation becomes endless tragedy. |
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What is left but reality? |
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Spirits left to lift in the abscense of a dream. |
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We close our eyes and try to wish the time away, |
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waiting for the finest things we'll never see. |
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Hollow longing, lowered stares, reaching out for what's to be. |
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Life's defining moemnts never taking shape. |
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We close our eyes and try to wish the time away, |
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waiting for the finest things we'll never see. |
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If I go back in time I might not like just what that means, |
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(but) if I go forward, moving forward, where will I be? |
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Keep moving forward, there's more time to give. |
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Keep pushing onward, and find the will to live |