| Beauty fades from this and every landscape that I’ve ever seen
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| Time slips by
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| And we all became memories
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| So instead of wasting time thinking of things I’d rather be
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| I’m untied
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| And this has left a hole in me
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| It always was my greatest fear to die without changing a god damn thing
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| We say the words but do we understand
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| The difference between speaking and living them?
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| «I always was… I'll never be»
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| Is what we’d like to think but the others see
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| And our lives begin to fade away
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| We look for something or someone to save us
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| Try to think of what you wanted to be
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| Before the fear of failing won you over
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| All the places that you wanted to see
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| Will remain in postcards and pictures
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| Until you die or finally take a chance
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| Say goodbye to all you’ve ever known |