| Can we stand remaining braced against the fixtures
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| Of a thousand vacant gestures meant to strengthen our resolve
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| And as the nights begin to replicate the lost adventure kissed by fate
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| And the empty rooms and corners cast their scorn at every turn
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| Nobody waits to hear an answer
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| No one has the time to spare
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| And now the minutes bleed to days time’s just a construct anyways
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| I’ve been a fool these winds grow colder every year
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| I just need a place where I can hide remind myself I really tried
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| So don’t be ashamed who’s truly happy anyway?
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| Like fools we dared to promise not to take our days for granted or to spend a
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| night in vain
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| But the words we speak when we begin betray the walls now closing in
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| And the air becomes encumbered with the inevitable end
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| And we speak of different places
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| And now the minutes bleed to days time’s just a construct anyways
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| I’ve been a fool these winds grow colder every year
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| I just need a place where I can hide remind myself I really tried
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| So don’t be ashamed who’s truly happy anyway?
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| Our greatest lives yet to be lived
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| Your breath is like a song too soon to forgive
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| And I’m still hanging on to the photographs and words
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| You know I wish you well
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| And I got what I deserved |