What The Lonely Say
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One day I'm going to leave this city
And you can follow me.
Find the places without city lights
Wherever that be.
You tell me we're living half asleep,
Loving in and out of a dream.
If our past is the cloth,
Our future's the seam.
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Am I reaching you?
We're growing so very fast.
Are you reaching me?
With everyone as their own broadcast.
One day you're going to leave this shell and
Wander in and out of the day.
A ghost of forgotten guilt and forgotten pain.
It's what the lonely say.
You tell me we're living the life of the meek
Buying into clouds of steam.
If our ego's the cloth,
Our folly's the seam