from a distance I see this cynical world has come to be
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everything that it promised it never would become
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from a distance I see the curtains draw to a close
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on the dreamers and poets and all that you love
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goes down with the setting sun
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their words are written in stone, their faces adorned with gold
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I've been to their sages and the wisdom of ages
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but I've never been this cold
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with cheshire cat smiles they shattered this trust
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I used to have gold but it soon became dust
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I don't believe in god, I don't believe in love,
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but I've always believed in you
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from a distance I feel the fabrics open in down in your eyes
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holding close, holding fast, but always holding me down
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in an instant I try to open these wings unlearning to fly
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face up to the rain asleep in the stale underground
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their words are written in stone, their faces adorned with gold
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I've been to their sages and the wisdom of ages
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but I've never been this cold
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with all that you love, and all that you need
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no matter how long you try to believe
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in the dreams that won't come and the words
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that won't go either way, in the end you know
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one foot on the staircase, one foot on the plains
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either way i'll be waiting for you in the sun and the rain
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I've never been this high, I've never slipped this low
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the things that I dream, the dreams that I love
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are the only things left that you'll never know
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you'll never know
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From A Distance
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| Ashengrace |
