The early love seems to become jaded
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I'm never expecting this
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Glance towards the mirror,
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Imagination towards the stars
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The endless desire for my one and only true love
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This will never change I predict
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But I do get tired
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If only they knew what push we have given
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For this music
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This happiness that keeps us all sane
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Cold nights seem to force questions
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Not wanting to accept these thoughts
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I have worked and will keep working
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To keep the tradition of my one true motive in life
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Music
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My only love
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Once building drum boxes and pretending to be an artist
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I guess I'm here but it feels weird
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So weird
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To know how weird all this can be
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It seems to never work out like I planned
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Like we planned
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One day it will all come together
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First place desire in the backwards marathon
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Thats all we can ask for
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It's raining...it's raining...it's raining...it's raining
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When the sun comes up, it's still raining
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Slowly we grow
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Weeds turn into
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Smiling trance
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Never mentioned
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The early love seems to become jaded
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I'm never expecting this
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Dance for the mirror
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Imagination towards the stars
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The endless desire for my one and only true love
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Dreams won't let go
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Thoughts will not change
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Can't watch it fly away
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Backwards Marathon
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| Between The Buried And Me |
