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| i know your strings have come unwound i was deafend by the sound although we run on common ground i'm still waiting for you to come back around i remember the words that you once said oh how the echoes wake the dead but i remember just to forget but you know that i've never been the one to quit i hope that we can see the day we put aside our separate ways am i lost inside your maze or do you have me running in a figure eight |
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