| Sneaking, lurking inside the mist
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| Of our screaming ego
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| A lonely, a faded echo
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| Eagerly counting down the days
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| Until we’re done with it all
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| Signalling an end to all of those hopeless dreams
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| 'Cause we are so far behind…
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| It’s time to realise the here and the now
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| It is the moment we’ll miss when we look inside
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| Searching for all that could’ve been
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| That could’ve been…
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| We are crawling inside for dreams
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| That will never mean as much
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| As we thought, as we hoped
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| They’ll just fade — like a lover’s touch
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| But fear not — 'This too will pass'
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| Chained down but alive
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| Blinded by the weight of time
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| Slipping away like clouds…
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| A thousand lies, a thousand fires
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| Burning inside broken hearts
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| A thousand times we fall and rise
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| Aghast at our final demise
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| It’s time to realise the here and the now
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| It is the moment we’ll miss when we look inside
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| Searching for all that could’ve been
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| That could’ve been… |