I won’t pretend that we are all friends, when all of us know that we’re not.
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I am afraid of pulling my name, away from the place that I know I’ve been.
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On this slow down decent.
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The collapse of the world on the quietest day.
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This time it’s the sun standing still.
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And holding on hope for something that’s good.
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Well I’ve come now as far as I can go today. In this vast empty space.
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Standing Still
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| Deas Vail |
