| My dreams are cold and crawl with regret
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| Black and white, there’s still us shouting out
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| We might not make it through
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| This chapter covers time without you
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| You are a ghost within these pages I call home
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| That’s nothing new
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| Cause I’m inclined to say I don’t mind
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| That you still come around this place
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| Survive me every time
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| Every scar and all the pain that we find in between
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| All the words are like razorblades
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| Well it all seemed far, the distance we are
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| Another world, another time
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| Like another life we left behind
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| It’s not enough to say I know you
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| It’s like you have all your secrets
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| I don’t know and never will
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| Like a riddleated pages, nothing new
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| A silent gesture, screaming out my name
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| You know this one’s for you
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| Cause I’m inclined to say I don’t mind
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| That you still keep me guessing
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| Every chapter, every time
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| Every scar and all the pain that we find in between
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| All the words are like razorblades
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| Well it all seemed far, the distance we are
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| Another world, another time
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| Like another life we left behind
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| Well I got my wings and all my good luck things
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| Pressed between a single page in melodrama
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| Well this binding’s not at all what it used to be
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| Can’t hold this page any longer
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| Any longer
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| This story I too shall breathe
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| The chapters four, five, and three
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| We done it all with every start
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| The rest is human, dark and bleak
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| With fiction, fodder, and disbelief
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| And somehow we always make it through |