| Paint a picture as we’re walking on the street, a collage of paint,
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| cement and steam
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| Just like Déjà Vu, still life in a dream
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| There you stood watching as the rain poured down on me
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| We were once a canvas, so bright and full of color
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| Now we’ve become Dorian Grey where the frame is bent and cracked
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| I am too, if fact I’ve been that way since May
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| Let the waves crash down
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| They’ll swallow all of us and wash away those memories we tried to save
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| Was it enough to be brave?
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| How did we get so damn far by ignoring everything?
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| You were the sand beneath my feet, eroded by the tide
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| It’s too hard to believe, oh!
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| Let the waves crash down
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| They’ll swallow all of us and wash away those memories we tried to save
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| Was it enough to be brave?
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| All I ever wanted was a cool, dry place to rest my bones
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| Not to drift along with this current forever
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| Not to have to sink alone. |
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| Let the waves crash down
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| They’ll swallow all of us and wash away those memories we tried to save
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| Was it enough to be brave? |