| Lost- he’s surely lost now
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| When he tries to strip himself of a past
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| That keeps holding on
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| So many times before I’ve tried to let go
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| To peel off deception’s mask
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| But hid my fears behind walls of sorrow
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| And like a cold, bitter chill one cannot shake
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| Disillusionment sits by my side
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| (so in her I must confide)
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| She tells me dark secrets and grim tales of regrets
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| She tells me:
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| Love is not lost, it dies like all things do
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| Buried in the backyard where a lone dove cries
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| Alone — no one to share her days with
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| She chokes on the stale dry air of memories
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| She chokes on the words she says to no one at night
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| And whispers her questions to the walls
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| And drifts to sleep
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| No one there to share her dreams
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| And oh how it hurts to see tears fall from her eyes
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| Into the desert some are sent to starve
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| Weary and weak they make their way home
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| And though our tired hearts will bear the scars
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| Let us find who we are
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| Buried in the night’s shadows
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| I await the dawn of a new day
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| Hold my hand, come with me
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| To the skies let us shout battle hymns
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| Lust and love waging war to the very end
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| Let us stomp on heavens below
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| Let us not be afraid (for life wears a new face)
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| Love is not lost, it dies like all things do
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| Buried in the backyard where a lone dove cries
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| And waits for broken wings to heal… To fly again someday |