Maybe I’ll be broken like the bones that carry me,
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Living life so lifelessly,
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Or I could be a good scene in a bad dream,
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I could make it something beautiful,
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And just tare it away from what you don’t believe in.
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You’re dying like this living sideways (I’ve been living like this all along.)
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I can see that what we have is a problem here, and I could be something better if you love me dear.
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Stop, stop with the time you’re wasting (turn my back and run away)
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I can see that the closest thing to perfect is the farthest thing from me.
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Then I could make you love me and just me,
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And everything would be beautiful
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And they could count down the days as we both die.
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You can’t stand the sound of silence (You’re going to live your life alone.)
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Action Is The Anecdote
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| And Then There Were None |
