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I see the past days in front of me |
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Longin' for something that has passed |
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Askin' about the future |
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Hidden deep outside the world |
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Insincere in my own intentions |
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I found it inside of me |
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It's been waiting for its new moon |
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To live in my eyes |
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The instant |
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Bitter like some bile |
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Burning |
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Burning like a wound |
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Each simple day's over |
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Pickin' up the flowers |
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Over the TV-set |
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To project the eyes |
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With bare hands |
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Run' way from the pain |
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In a world of a dream |
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Thrown into a whirl of reality |
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Lips are so fervent |
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Stars are so distant |
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Each simple gesture |
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Lookin' in each other's eyes |
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Touching' the hands |
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I can tell: |
