| Watching backwards as life like pictures
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| Stinging thoughts, born with phantoms
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| We danced above a world forgotten
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| Moments cherished… even now
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| A train-wrecked heart loves fairy tales
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| Singing from a gaping wound
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| However time has left unsettled
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| My memories play out of tune
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| You can’t unmake a cold mistake
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| You can’t undo the hearts you break
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| You can’t erase the poet’s fate
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| Not even if you try
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| And she had Audry Hepburn’s smile
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| With deeper sadder eyes
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| The only thing she said
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| No one hears Cassandra cry
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| Because the earth is standing still
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| And the truth becomes a lie
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| A choice profound is bittersweet
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| No one hears Cassandra cry
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| A heartfelt sorrow I believe
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| Offered this for passion’s crime
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| A crippled satellite trapped in orbit
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| My memories play out of time
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| You can’t unmake a cold mistake
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| You can’t undo the hearts you break
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| You can’t erase the poet’s fate
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| Not even if you ry…
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| The listless price of my descension
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| Where emptiness has pulled me down
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| Cascading from my divagation
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| Below the frozen winter skies
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| Pythonic sadness unreleased
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| As serpents rigid in cold
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| Waiting for the warmth of Sunday
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| Before the cruelty of growing old
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| Are you listening?
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| Are you listening?
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| Are you listening now?
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| Like Orpheus with hope intangled
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| Your path was mapped about your feet
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| Leading backwards into forgiveness
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| Or forward to a foold retreat |