My dreams are cold and crawl with regret
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Black and white, there's still us shouting out
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We might not make it through
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This chapter covers time without you
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You are a ghost within these pages I call home
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That's nothing new
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Cause I'm inclined to say I don't mind
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That you still come around this place
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Survive me every time
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Every scar and all the pain that we find in between
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All the words are like razorblades
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Well it all seemed far, the distance we are
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Another world, another time
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Like another life we left behind
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It's not enough to say I know you
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It's like you have all your secrets
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I don't know and never will
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Like a riddleated pages, nothing new
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A silent gesture, screaming out my name
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You know this one's for you
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Cause I'm inclined to say I don't mind
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That you still keep me guessing
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Every chapter, every time
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Every scar and all the pain that we find in between
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All the words are like razorblades
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Well it all seemed far, the distance we are
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Another world, another time
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Like another life we left behind
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Well I got my wings and all my good luck things
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Pressed between a single page in melodrama
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Well this binding's not at all what it used to be
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Can't hold this page any longer
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Any longer
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This story I too shall breathe
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The chapters four, five, and three
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We done it all with every start
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The rest is human, dark and bleak
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With fiction, fodder, and disbelief
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And somehow we always make it through
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Novella
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Strung Out |