Real

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I dont know the real from what i 
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thought i saw
I cant remember where i went, where 
i was

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I'm gonna move toward a point in 
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time
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Where where you are is a state 
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of mind

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And anytime I can read your 
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thoughts, Some of them yours and 
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some I thought of

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Theres no good reason for a 
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heartbreak, nothing's repeating 
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every Monday
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Its no good saying you'll always
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 be mine
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These jokes life's playing they 
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make me so tired so tired.
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It's already to much to always 
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see you off
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The sense that hours go back is 
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enough

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I like to fade when I write this 
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line
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There's every reason to paint a 
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decline
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And every mile i walk is five 
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I'll get where I'm going in the 
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next life
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And all the while there's a false 
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face
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This every killing is left untraced

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This kind of falling saved my 
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son
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This constant longing for what's
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 gone

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Whats gone