It’s got me on my head again.
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Close can be so misleading.
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It’s hard enough to get to know yourself.
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Into words I cough my feelings.
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I don’t know the half of it but, this I finally figured out:
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I used to think that being alone meant being by myself.
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Now I know, to truly be alone means being without you.
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Ignorance eats for free.
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There’s more questions than there’s reason.
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Time smiles, forever laughing by.
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End is prey for the beginning.
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Lost track, forgot who’s losing.
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A mouth opens up inside.
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I used to think that being alone meant being by myself.
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Now I know, to truly be alone means being without you.
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It’s got me on my head again.
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Close can be so misleading.
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It’s hard enough to get to know yourself.
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I used to think that being alone meant being by myself.
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Now I know, to truly be alone means being without you.
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I used to think that being alone meant being by myself.
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Now I know, to truly be alone means being without you.
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Alone
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| Art Of Dying |
