| Is there ever really a right time
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| You had led me to believe
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| Some day you would be there for me
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| When the stars above aline
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| When you weren’t so concerned
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| I kept looking for the clues
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| So I waited in the shadows of my heart
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| And the still the time was never right
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| Until one day I stopped caring
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| And began to forget why I long to be so close
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| And I disappear into the darkness
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| And the darkness turns to pain
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| Never went away
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| Until all that remained
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| Was buried
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| Deep beneath the surface
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| A shell of what things could have been
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| Tired bones beneath the vail
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| Of guarded secret are too frail
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| Sad to think I never knew
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| You were searching for the words
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| For the moment to emerge
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| Yet the moment never came
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| You couldn’t risk my fragile frame
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| Until one day you stopped caring
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| And began to forget why you tried to be so close
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| And you disappeared into the darkness
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| And the darkness turned to pain
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| And never went away
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| Until all that remained
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| Was buried
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| Deep beneath the surface
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| (Piano solo)
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| I would scream just to be heard
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| As if yelling at the stars
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| I was bleeding just to feel
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| You would never say a word
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| Kept me reaching in the dark
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| Always something to conceal
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| Until one day I stopped caring
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| And began to forget why I longed to be so close
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| And I disappear into the darkness
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| And the darkness turned to pain
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| And never went away
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| Until all that remained was buried
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| Deep beneath the surface
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| … Beneath the surface… |