| Ideals blurred within reality.
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| Well that’s reality.
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| Your daily dose of disappointment.
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| It’s who we are not where we live that lets us accept defeat.
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| But there aren’t sidewalks on my street.
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| And may the cars swerve into a fucking tree.
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| Accept and recognize the failure.
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| Deal with it and move from there.
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| Like coming home and everyone’s left without you.
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| Out of town. |
| And out of step.
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| But we’re still not dead. |
| Still not dead.
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| So far away in the mountains I could finally see.
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| Smiling faces looking back at me.
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| To wave goodbye and find what we need to keep moving.
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| Lost in the dark of our shadows backs turned again.
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| But with hands held tight now let’s begin.
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| To turn and face our faces to the light.
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| If we all have to leave we can build something new.
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| You can come along with me if you want to.
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| I hope to see you someday soon.
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| I need to see you someday soon! |