- Kevin Moore
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Falling through pages of Martens on angels
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Feeling my heart pull west
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I saw the future dressed as a stranger
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love in a space-dye vest
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Love is an act of blood and I'm bleeding
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a pool in the shape of a heart
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Beauty projection in the reflection
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Always the worst way to start
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"But he's the sort who can't know
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anyone intimately, least of all a
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woman. He doesn't know what a woman
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is. He wants you for a possession,
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something to look at like a painting or an ivory box.
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Something to own and to display. He doesn't want you to be real,
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or to think or to live. He doesn't love you, but I love you.
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I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and feelings, even when
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I hold you in my arms. It's our last chance... It's our last chance..."
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Now that you're gone I'm trying to take it
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Learning to swallow the rage
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Found a new girl I think we can make it
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as long as she stays on the page
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This is not how I want it to end
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And I'll never be open again
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"...I was gonna move out...ummm...get,
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get a job, get my own place, ummm,
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but... I go into the mall where I
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want to work and they tell me, I'm,
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I was too young..."
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"Some people, gave advice before,
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about facing the facts, about
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facing reality. And this is, this
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without a doubt, is his biggest
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challenge ever. He's going to have to face it.
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You're gonna have to try, he's gonna to have to try and,
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uh, and, and, and get some help here. I mean no one can
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say they know how he feels."
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"That, so they say that, in ya know
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like, Houston or something, you'd
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say it's a hundred and eighty degrees,
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but it's a dry heat
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. In Houston they say that?
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Oh, maybe not. I'm all mixed up.
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Dry until they hit the swimming pool."
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"...I get up with the sun... Listen.
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You have your own room to sleep in,
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I don't care what you do. I don't
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care when. That door gets locked,
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that door gets locked at night by nine o'clock.
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If you're not in this house by nine o'clock, then you'd better find some
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place to sleep. Because you're not going to be a bum in this house.
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Supper is ready..."
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There's no one to take my blame
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if they wanted to
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There's nothing to keep me sane
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and it's all the same to you
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There's nowhere to set my aim
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so I'm everywhere
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Never come near me again
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do you really think I need you
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I'll never be open again, I could never be open again.
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I'll never be open again, I could never be open again.
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And I'll smile and I'll learn to pretend
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And I'll never be open again
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And I'll have no more dreams to defend
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And I'll never be open again
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Space-Dye Vest
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| Dream Theater |
