| I stare at shadows on the rooftops.
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| I’ve seen them move after we stop.
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| I took for granted each occurrence;
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| far too concerned with time and scars.
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| And recently (these days go by like hours)
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| And recently (these weeks go by like days)
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| With not enough projection and too much reflection.
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| In the night on the lawn on my back just staring.
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| In the night on the lawn on my back just staring
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| I’ve felt regret for quite sometime.
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| And that’s a character flaw that I can see inside me.
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| Still, I know that I won’t stop trying
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| so hard to get back everything I had.
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| Ignoring present day and obsessed with the past.
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| Living life with no projection.
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| Distorting truth to fit perfection.
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| It’s never too late to find me.
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| My younger self will be waiting
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| In the night on the lawn on my back just staring.
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| I’ve felt regret for quite sometime.
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| And that’s a character flaw that I can see inside me.
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| Still, I know that I won’t stop trying
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| so hard to get back.
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| This place reminds me of the past, just let me stay here.
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| This place reminds me of the past, just let me stay here.
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| I’ve felt regret for quite sometime.
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| And that’s a character flaw that I can see inside me.
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| Still, I know that I won’t stop trying
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| so hard to get back. |