| There can be so much tragedy in a smile
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| Such desperation in embrace
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| We all ache for a taste of humanity
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| As the widow, for one last glimpse of her beloved’s face
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| We all ache
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| We all long for security
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| Sanctuary, belonging
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| What then prompts the heart of stone
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| Often the object of overlooked affections
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| To slash and burn
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| Before the harvest reaps what was sewn
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| To look half-themselves in the eyes
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| See the scars on their skin
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| And continue to not pay fucking attention
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| Like street lamps, we glow so dim
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| Like four walls, you’ve shut me in
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| («This is a dream, and in dreams, you can do anything you darn please!»)
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| (I can’t stop paying attention!)
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| Like street lamps, we glow so dim
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| Shattered people, shatter hopes
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| Like four walls, you’ve shut me in
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| Don’t be misery’s company
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| ni em tuhs ev’uoy, sllaw ruof ekiL
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| If only more of us would choose to look back
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| Contemplate those springs of youth
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| Recollections of laughter
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| Recall that sense of wonder, when nothing else seemed to matter
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| Time has a funny way of coercion
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| Tricks us into thinking that our past dreams
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| We’re only passing lunacies, better scattered to the wind
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| Lamenting «I'll never love like my first, though I’ve forgotten their kiss
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| I’ll never truly be happy, though I can’t remember the joys of heaven»
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| I can’t stop paying attention
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| I swear I’ll keep remembering!
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| Like street lamps, we glow so dim
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| Due to the shade in which we’re placed
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| Like four walls, you’ve shut me in
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| Homes were never meant to be prisons!
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| So every time I pick up a mic
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| I pray my words only serve to remind
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| This life is what we make of it
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| Though we can feel so trapped in our own minds
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| From every morning’s breath, we can choose
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| End the cycles of self abuse
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| I’ll embrace the vulnerable
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| I’ll embrace the broken
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| We can only know what we’re shown
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| And I know that Love is worth the risk
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| Blood is thicker than the water of the womb
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| Let me kiss the scars on your wrists
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| And no matter who has told you differently…
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| You are worth everything
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| You are worth everything |