I cannot pretend
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That I remember how to dream
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And no one told me
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That when I became a man
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The monsters would still be under the bed
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And the strangers would still seem so strange
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And the darkness would still incite fear
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Inside me
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And in knowing this
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And retrieving this
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Give my heart away
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Give my heart away
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To every single
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Kiss like lemonade
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It brings me to my knees
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Looking down on this place
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The closest thing to a christ in this world
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Is the fact that I've lived long enough to regret
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All the time that I've spent simply wishing away
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All the things I will live to regret
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There is no light at the end of this tunnel
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There is no grasping a waning salvation
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There is no never as no love lasts forever
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In spite of what you may have heard
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In spite of what you may have been taught:
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Weened off of mother's breast
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Forced into our still-soft mouths
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Are constant lies
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Are constant lies
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Dismember my idealism
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Before my eyes
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Recognize the truth behind
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The blind leading the blind
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Trying to feel out my way through this mayhem
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This crippled reflection of what was once my life
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Bleeding-hand image of what I'm becoming
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Can this disaster
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Oh, can this disaster be felt?
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I cannot pretend
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The Grimmest Of Fairy Tales
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| Dark Day Dawning |
