| My memory is fleeting with age
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| As I prepare to touch my pen to the fiber of this page.
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| All the ink will run dry long before
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| I can write my final tale, given all that lies in store.
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| I’m holding on for delight.
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| I barrel through the good times
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| After crawling through the stripe.
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| Every moment passing never to return.
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| I’m getting along in my days.
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| Sipping through the sadness for the calm of better days.
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| So long as I keep breathing,
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| I can find my way.
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| I just can’t give in. World’s so dead that I am living in.
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| I hold out for something else,
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| Something words can never tell.
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| Can’t tell.
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| From my way beyond the darkest straight into the light.
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| Promises I’ll have my wits to guide me through the night.
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| I don’t dare to turn my head to either side.
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| It all leads me to sway.
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| Like the words that people say.
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| But they won’t sweep me away, not today.
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| I just can’t give in. World’s so dead that I am living in.
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| I hold out for something else.
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| Something bigger than, something better than,
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| Something I can stand to find.
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| Yeah yeah. |