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Ashes and promises share a bond
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Through the winds of change
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Words are blown away
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When visions that should be
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Are tattooed in your mind
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The power to let go
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Is sometimes hard to find
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The answer cannot be found
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In the writings of others
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Or the words of a trained mind
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In a precious world of memories
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We find ourselves confined
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Claws so razor sharp
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Ripping at the spirit
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Promises a potential to hurt
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Is anything real ?
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When forever is to be until
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Deep inside, in the world of empty words...
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No escaping from those haunting empty words...
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Do you ever feel it ?
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A craving that is so strong
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To by thought rewind in order to find
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Expectations that shined through the doubt
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That soon would turn into the price
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Of what a word will be worth
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When tomorrow comes
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To be and we are left
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Standing on our own -
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And seeing what is real...
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The answer cannot be found
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In the writings of others
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Or the words of a trained mind
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In a precious world of memories
|
We find ourselves confined
|
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Claws so razor sharp
|
Ripping at the spirit
|
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Promises a potential to hurt
|
Is anything real ?
|
When forever is to be until
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Deep inside, in the world of empty words...
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No escaping from those haunting empty words...
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Empty words...
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EMPTY WORDS
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| Death |
