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Your face comes back |
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Through cracks in usual days |
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I understand |
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Walk on and look away |
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I'm killing time |
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I know there's nothing to wait for |
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Rewriting my lines |
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I'll make my decisions tomorrow |
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There's so much to think about |
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I'll close my eyes just like the doll-house windows |
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I'll stop that image from coming back to life |
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A bare tree in love with the winter |
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I'll make my mind up another time |
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I turn my back |
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On hope, whatever it is |
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I won't lose track |
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Of just how I got to be here |
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I will renounce |
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My faith in reunion |
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I'll relearn how |
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To embrace things like before |
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I'll learn how to part with doubts |
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I'll close my eyes just like the doll-house windows |
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I'll stop that image from coming back to life |
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A bare tree in love with the winter |
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I'll make my mind up another time |
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And what if there is no oneness |
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It can't give your existence meaning |
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Another empty concept |
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The end's etched into the beginning |
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I'll close my eyes just like the doll-house windows |
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I'll stop that image from coming back to life |
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A bare tree in love with the winter |
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I'll make my mind up another time |
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I'll close my eyes just like the doll-house windows |
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I'll stop that image from coming back to life |
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A bare tree in love with the winter |
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I'll make my mind up another time |
