| Behind these bright deceiving eyes
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| Behind these lips forever smiling
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| Lies the meaning of despair
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| Like a fugitive in hiding
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| Today I wish that I would find a way
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| To change the way I am
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| Then maybe it might still be yesterday
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| Before it all began
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| Now that the light is fading
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| This is the only thing I know
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| How to reach reach, how to touch
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| And call my own
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| There’s so much I’m yet to know in
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| The art of letting go
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| Under dark December skies
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| Somewhere my happiness is calling
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| Like a sun that never shines, solemn
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| Sleepless till the morning
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| And so I live to fight another day
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| And see what I’ve become
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| I could live forever in a yesterday
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| Or I could turn away and run
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| Out of the arms of sorrow
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| Into the open arms of hope
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| Out of reach, out of touch and on my own
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| Time is all there is to know in
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| The art of letting go |