| I feel a story coming on
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| A chance to raise a few questions
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| About the simple solutions
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| That were the answers before
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| I see a tear running down
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| A silent plea I must put to words
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| You will interpret your own way
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| As I must live in its pain
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| This song is hurting like a thousand before
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| Maybe I should stop
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| Before I open that door again
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| And let the darkness in
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| But it’s pounding so hard
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| I hold my head to drown it out
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| Then take my pen and write it down
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| Another of life’s little miseries
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| That I try and understand
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| But I am swallowed up too fast
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| And down the road I’d like to walk
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| I tumble out of control
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| I feel an ending coming on
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| The final fact to your fiction
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| A heart and soul lay sinking
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| And all you want to do is sing along
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| Sing it loud until the last note ends
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| The bottle in my hand is reflecting again
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| You can disappear but I must stay
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| I feel another story coming on
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| I let the darkness in
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| Must let the darkness in |