| I left thinking that I would be back
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| But I never did return
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| If you would forgive me I’d forgive myself
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| But forgiveness never has these terms
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| The sky was as dark as the thoughts I was thinking
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| It was ignored by the moon
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| If you would believe me I’d believe myself
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| But believing never comes this soon
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| The streets made a sound only my ears could hear
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| I was alone with the rats and raccoons
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| And your memory keeping me alive
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| As the clouds moved away from the moon
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| Then silence it hit me is a way to speak clearly
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| A way to never say what you don’t mean
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| But silence is useless in cases of torture
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| It just says God won’t intervene
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| And this night like others is a sign for the way
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| That the gray air speaks for the dead
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| The air is as vague as the thoughts I have now
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| That these memories are just in your head
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| So I kept walking through the clouds that were lifting
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| To reveal what I’d thought
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| There was more fog behind the mist that seemed was the only
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| Thing keeping me from what I sought
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| I turned around to walk back to the place
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| I had left thinking I would find
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| Answers to the questions that I shouldn’t ask
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| But the questions can’t find a way to leave me behind |