| There’s a gap I slip between
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| Where most things pass with ease
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| Through the mesh of webs that are still haunting my head
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| There’s a lot of you or me
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| That I’ve had to reconstruct
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| From bits of other memories neither of us were part of
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| I bent a fiction, dulled it’s edge
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| I bent a fiction, dulled it’s edge
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| Repurposed it, joined both ends
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| Now a certain shape is slotted in it’s place
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| Now I can’t tell the difference
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| Before it had an ugly history
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| What was said, what was meant
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| I scrubbed it raw and shined it through
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| Now I can’t tell the difference
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| Before it had an ugly history
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| What was said, what was meant
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| I scrubbed it raw and shined it through
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| You can have my lessons learned
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| Tired hopes, tired dreams
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| All of this it never happened
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| Blurry hopes, blurry dreams
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| Have to write it down, have to spell it out
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| Tired hopes, tired dreams
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| All of this it never happened
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| Blurry hopes, blurry dreams |