| There was a time
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| That you were so bright, and so strong
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| There was nothing that you feared
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| Nothing you could do wrong
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| Dreams glowed in the sun
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| Your world was alive
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| So full of life, hard and wild
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| You were the golden child
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| Head-long into the withering fire
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| Of a life in a dark space
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| Your conscience, became misplaced
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| Smoke that would not clear
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| No kind words offered to your ears
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| Shot down in a steep climb
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| You disappear in a haze of smoke and wine
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| Well I’m waiting and I wonder
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| Where’ve you gone why are you not here
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| We’re waiting and we wonder
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| Where someone goes when they’ve been disappeared
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| Seperation of your thoughts
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| Words that no longer rhyme
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| Days spent in your room
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| Spinning webs with the threads left of your mind
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| Dreams you no longer face
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| Hidden away in some far place
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| A shame of a kind that does not erase
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| Hold onto your pillow and drop out of the race
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| Head-long into the withering fire
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| Blindfolded, stumbling across a tightwire
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| Shot down in a steep climb
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| You disappeared in a haze of smoke and wine
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| Well I’m waiting and I wonder
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| Where’ve you gone, and why are you not here
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| We’re waiting and we wonder
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| Where a soul goes when it’s been disappeared
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| I see you and I speak tyo you
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| There ain’t nothing in your eyes but the glow of fear
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| I beg you to tell me
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| Why have you been disappeared
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| The struggle of these last years
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| Brought me to this place
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| Where I hold my beautiful wife
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| My beautiful child
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| I reach and touch her face
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| All the hurt of my lost years
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| The uncertainty, all the fears
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| The losses, regrets and the tears
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| Have in time been disappeared
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| Have with time been disappeared
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| They will with time |