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Each picture fades Every moment dulls and decays At least before the end So that another can You're here until your gone so just sing your song and let the hands move on I watch them tick ever too closely Check my stock ever too often Yet let the the fruits of my labor spoil still I toss over it every night I wake up wondering if the night has really ended Like a dream I'm truly trapped in What happened to me? I lost sight of myself
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Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 1:46 PM UTC
schizopolaramnomsiac
Each picture fades Every moment dulls and decays At least before the end So that another can You're here until your gone so just sing your song and let the hands move on I watch them tick ever too closely Check my stock ever too often Yet let the the fruits of my labor spoil still I toss over it every night I wake up wondering if the night has really ended Like a dream I'm truly trapped in What happened to me? I lost sight of myself
joseph-rommel
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Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 1:46 PM UTC
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