| Ashes and promises share a bond
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| Through the winds of change
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| Words are blown away
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| When visions that should be Are tattooed in your mind
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| The power to let go Is sometimes hard to find
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| The answer cannot be found
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| In the writing of others
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| Or the words of a trained mind
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| In a precious world of memories
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| We find ourselves confined
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| Claws so razor sharp
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| Ripping at the spirit
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| Promises a potential to hurt
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| Is anything real?
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| When forever is to be until
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| Deep inside, in the world of empty words…
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| No escaping from those haunting
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| Empty words…
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| Do you ever feel it?
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| A craving that is so strong
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| To by thought rewind in order to find
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| Expectations that shined through the doubt
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| That soon would turn into the price
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| Of what a word will be worth
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| When tomorrow comes
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| To be and we are left
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| Standing on our own
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| And seeing what is real…
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| The answer cannot be found
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| In the writing of others
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| Or the words of a trained mind
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| In a precious world of memories
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| We find ourselves confined
|
| Claws so razor sharp
|
| Ripping at the spirit
|
| Promises a potential to hurt
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| Is anything real?
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| When forever is to be until
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| Deep inside, in the world of empty words…
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| No escaping from those haunting
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| Empty words… |