| The lines form an image of what I
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| Could have been
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| Could have done
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| Could have seen
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| Now it all bursts into flames at the blink of an eye
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| Looking down onto infinite blue
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| Four seasons cycling all at once
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| The periphery of day and night is vague, shifting in and out
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| Looking down into blue
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| On my life written in dust
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| We’re all gifted
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| But some a bit more than that
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| My throat got sore from trying to make them notice my pathetic existence
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| When all I ever wanted was to plow ahead
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| Plow ahead
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| Plow ahead
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| Plow ahad
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| When all I ever wanted was to plow ahead
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| Some want a bit more than that
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| Read the lines
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| As the sequence unfolds
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| Consumed by ignorance
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| The stories untold
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| Read the lines
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| The stories untold Looking down onto infinite blue
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| Four seasons cycling all at once
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| The periphery of day and night is vague, shifting in and out
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| Looking down into blue
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| On my life written in dust
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| I curse the day we met
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| (I curse the day we met)
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| All the circumstances we were forced into
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| I watch us through my window as the fog coalesces
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| Into bygone words and memories
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| Stories untold
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| We’re all gifted
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| But some a bit more than that
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| My throat got sore from trying to make them notice my pathetic existence
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| When all I ever wanted was to plow ahead
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| Plow ahead
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| Plow ahead
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| Plow ahead
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| When all I ever wanted was to plow ahead
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| Some want a bit more than that
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| Read the lines
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| As the sequence unfolds
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| Consumed by ignorance
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| (Consumed by ignorance)
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| And the stories untold
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| Read the lines
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| The stories untold
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| Read the lines
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| As the sequence unfolds
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| Misled, consoled, detached from all
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| Consumed by ignorance
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| (Consumed by ignorance and the stories untold)
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| The stories untold
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| Read the fucking lines
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| Misled, consoled, detached from all
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| Consumed by ignorance |