Everything that isn't from my time and place
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Just fades away
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And I know it's only my perception
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That clouds the things I want to hear you say
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All the years of desperation
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I'm like a child without the sense to dream
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About a life of foolish pride
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How can I illustrate
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Annihilate it now
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This is everything I am
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But is it all you've ever grown to see inside
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Like a broken mirror for my pride
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And there's an emptiness I feel
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And there's a silence to my dreams
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These painful reveries
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Still punctuate those tragedies I've seen
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Nobody promised that I'd be down
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It's like the savage side we've found
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Conventions we've agreed to follow
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Defined by safe obscurity
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Applications balking at protest
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We sequester and words divide
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Would I resign if I broke your silence
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And trampled myself down inside
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And if I hold you in my dreams
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How will I recognize your face
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And your silent discontent
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And will my heroes find me there
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In another time and place
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Will I regret the time we spent?
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And all the symbols we've erased
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Or the words we never traced
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Regret
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Good Riddance |