| The sun leaves on its own
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| A simple passage of the days that I have wasted
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| I feel the summer slipping through
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| These aging fingers
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| Compelled to walk upon the same path that I have tread so long
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| Still nothing changes
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| A simple passage to a place that I have come to know
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| I still remember
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| A better time
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| When the thoughts that we had connected
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| Between our open eyes
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| We say goodbye, to a life that’s been mostly silent
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| Erroneously lead
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| Strive to complete myself
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| It seems my work is never truly done
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| I see your face, barely through the haze
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| You see a life, erroneously lead
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| There’s hope in younger days
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| There’s warmth within the past that’s so familiar
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| I forget just why I came here
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| I hope that you remember
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| Home
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| All this time I’ve wasted
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| In my self-righteous anger
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| Oh the years I’ve lost
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| To this profound indifference
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| I find my direction
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| A solemn duty owned
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| Mine, it is mine alone
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| To watch this world expire
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| Like machines, we embrace
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| Cold limbs connect
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| A silent, errored life
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| Slipping into oblivion
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| Lead astray through endless days
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| Silent now, the words so loud
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| My mind is drifting out
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| Between perception of a dream and what is real
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| Now all I have is lost with you
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| I hope that you remember
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| A better time
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| When the lights were all so candescent
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| That reached me from the sky
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| We say goodbye, to a life within dead horizons
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| Erroneously lead
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| Strive to escape myself
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| It seems my work is never truly done
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| I see your shape, falter in the wake
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| Of a life erroneously lead |