| Silhouettes peering through the gray,
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| The horizon speaks to me and she says,
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| Goodbye.
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| Dry your tears,
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| There’s nothing left to cry about
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| All your reasons are inferior glass,
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| I will shatter your creation,
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| And sever the cord with the shards.
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| Silhouettes peering through the gray,
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| I strive to see the purpose.
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| Do you remember the solace of getting out alive?
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| You took my breath away now give it back to me.
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| Or I’ll take it away.
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| Pushing me away like an infant by the heat,
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| All the while I worship the ground beneath your feet.
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| I’m your shadow, dark and sure to follow,
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| With my twisted love for the empty and hollow.
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| Do you remember the solace of getting out alive?
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| You took my breath away now give it back to me.
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| Or I’ll take it away.
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| Watching from a distance does not work for me,
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| Basking in the light of dusk 'till day’s demise suffocates.
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| I’ll follow you until the end, here we’re meant to be.
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| You took my breath away now give it back to me.
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| Look toward the horizon and tell me what you see.
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| The setting sun sends it’s rays and falls beneath the trees.
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| Beauty lasts a moment, darkness will arise,
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| The paradox of love, disguised within the skies.
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| Do you remember the solace of getting out alive?
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| You took my breath away now give it back to me.
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| Or I’ll take it away.
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| Time to play my game, I’ll have you forever. |