| Canaries sing themselves out, way too hoarse
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| Their wings move as if choreographed
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| They are just acting each other — the missing, the imagined
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| They are only singing about how much more yearning they can hold
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| Mirrors reflect ourselves, way too clearly
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| The stares, directed another way, are cuddling together
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| They are just pitying each other — the reflections on the mirror
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| They are only pretending as if they are going around something
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| Next comes the lies, pieces of you, falling into place
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| Again you are used, made to feel you’ve found it out
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| You are for ever made to watch the same scene
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| At the same place, over and over: missing pieces
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| And you know you’ll never find them: missing pieces"
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| -All the Missing passing me by
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| «At least I would like to stop them.»
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| «I am lonely… Ah.»
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| -Chasing its back
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| «I would like to keep holding this 'should be there»
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| The scene has already faded away
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| Now it’s time you stopped crying: missing pieces
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| Already faded away
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| Stop crying, stop crying
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| Missing pieces |