| We tied these ties with strands of
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| Purest white and blue. |
| We gave our
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| Days of brightest flashing light
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| And youth. |
| We hide our lives to
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| Keep their eyes from knowing
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| Truth. |
| Am I losing touch with the
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| Hands that have always held me up? |
| A change in shape to fit the
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| Situation, the same last name, but
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| There is no relation. |
| (All the
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| Moves our bodies make can’t take
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| Away the words we used to say and
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| Make this up to you. |
| All the moves that were mistakes won’t
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| Recompense the love we try to take
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| Without paying our dues.) I
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| Remember things you said, I never
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| Knew what you meant. |
| I turned my face away and let you separate the
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| Blame. |
| Between the nights and days
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| These thoughts are keeping me
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| Awake. |
| I’ve noticed lately I can’t
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| See clear and I speak too plainly. |
| Does it take the taste away? |
| Your
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| Life’s succession should not be
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| Based on your possessions or the
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| Amount of the money that you’ve
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| Made. |
| I have got so much to say
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| But I can’t seem to find a way to
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| Make my face display what it has always meant to say. |
| Between the
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| Nights and days these thoughts are
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| Keeping me awake. |
| All my dreams
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| Aren’t what they seem |