| This is a different story, I’ve turned another page
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| My hands are weaker, and my eyes are showing age
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| And I never wanted much from life, only what was real
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| But real is something the mind creates and the heart believes
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| So don’t promise me anything I cannot believe
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| Because I once did, and look at me now
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| I followed you so far down, I still can’t get out
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| I see my face in the mirror, but I don’t recognize my thoughts
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| I lived on your lies for so long, I became so cynical
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| I wrote twenty fucked up songs about trust, love and hope
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| This is no love story, just the opposite you see
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| It’s about how the promise of it blinded me |