| On my path of bends and slant ways
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| In a muted color scheme
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| Disembarked into a wry state
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| Out here I carry you with me
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| Strange how times meant to be hey-days
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| Promised bliss then vaporized
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| Slowly caved in, became gray days
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| To me you are a shining light
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| Your words resound to me
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| A fierce epiphany
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| In high fidelity
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| «Carry through and just leave;
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| There’s soothing poetry
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| In what’s yet to see»
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| I’m strolling zigzag back from dead ends
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| Every cloud bank forms your face
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| All the waiting is so long
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| And all the longing is a weight
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| Your words resound to me
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| A fierce epiphany
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| In high fidelity
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| «Carry through and just leave;
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| There’s soothing poetry
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| In what’s yet to see
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| Sometimes to shatter makes you whole»
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| Please, if you’d pick me up
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| From these sad backstreets
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| I won’t let you down
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| I reel around every dream
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| With no place to call home
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| I won’t let you down
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| I guess you face the light anew
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| When your own shadow is in front of you
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| Oh, what might we become?
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| Some count our odds
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| But who needs their fucking love?
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| Will our routes cross someday? |
| You traveled far
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| While I wished myself away |