| You told me to smile because at least we’re both alive, and I smiled just for
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| you
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| And there’s truth in what you said, but I can’t clear the mantra, chanting,
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| singing in my head
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| It tells me life’s a brittle bone — it says the meat of life is death
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| These are dashes on a timeline, we’re just segments of a dash
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| Hardly present now, not built to last
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| All the magic, every moment, dies and turns into the past, to be forgotten as
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| the line expands
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| I hope the two of us are bound together, eternally entwined
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| I hope the waves we make swim out forever, echoing you and I
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| But doesn’t everybody hope for something, knowing nothing stands a chance at
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| lasting?
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| Pleading our cases that we’re too important, spending our seconds angry at
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| their passing
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| But doesn’t everybody hope for something, knowing none of us are meant to make
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| it?
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| Blindly believing that we’re the exception, beating our chests and screaming I
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| am sacred
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| But I know, we were made to be unmade, tied with strings designed to fray
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| I just want our knot together, it’s holding now but not forever
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| Someone or thing has got to pay, it’s given too much to take away
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| Oh, I just want a legacy — I just want it all to never fade
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| Don’t we all arrive at the same place where we began?
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| Don’t we all arrive where we began? |