| To stand the test of time,
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| to stand alone.
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| To be without the glue,
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| that keeps us glued together.
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| And feeling so excrementable.
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| It only goes to show you,
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| how many ways you don’t know you.
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| When the bad sets in,
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| I could use some sleep.
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| Resting, falling,
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| falling deeper than deep.
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| We miss the point to carry on,
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| we miss the point.
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| To carry on where.
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| Things you love but did not get.
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| And all the times you’ve been upset by,
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| unfulfilled dreams and visions,
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| and the guilt for your wrong decisions.
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| It’s so hard to pry away.
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| Pry out from under all the lies,
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| and distractions of the world,
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| You’ve seen what they can do,
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| but you can’t see your way out.
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| We miss the point to carry on.
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| All thing fall through.
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| That how it feels, when you hear the sound of disappointment.
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| So unsatisfied,
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| when the sight’s set higher.
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| Some can’t achieve, don’t believe,
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| there is light at the end at all.
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| There’s no light.
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| Time to reach out for what’s real,
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| it’s easy to miss, insist,
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| that you shouldn’t always follow the first thing you feel. |