To the way things might have been
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To roads that never end
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Why do we all pretend?
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Through a pane of colored glass
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I watch as chances pass
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Knowing they won't last
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[chorus]
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So why's the road become so narrow?
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Maybe I'm a broken arrow
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Falling slightly down to nowhere
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Take me now if only somewhere
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In a sky of scattered blues
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I watch them break in two
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The way I used to do
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From a sea of wasted rhyme
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I ask myself sometimes
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Are any thoughts really mine?
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[chorus]
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To nowhere down
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To Nowhere Down
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| Dead Moon |
