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the truth is tearing up my heart
i can't recognize this place
the endless road without a stop sign
can't even find a stranger this time
why am i still holding back my tears
in this loneliness there's nothing to fear
every chord still seems a wonder
how we could be together
every time i ask if this would be the last
why am i still talking to myself
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how do i get out of this
i think i never will...
a crystal forming in the eye
maybe this would be the last
the winding pathdown my face
till i begin to taste the bitterne