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Thrown Away

Your lover’s waiting there for you
She’ll only be upstairs a few
More moments waste away from you
Your broken heart is just a day away
Your empty chest is starting to decay

You learn to love, you learn to hate
You’re told you don’t appreciate
The smallest little rays of sun
The stranger’s smile, the lover’s tongue
But all I want is just one more today
All I want is not to be afraid

Of old laments and future grief
Nostalgiac burn without relief
A stolen soul without belief
That summer’s gonna disappear
And when it does, she will be here
To tell me that everything is ok
We live together somewhere far away
You live forever somewhere not today

And at the top of stairs you will
Descend till you no longer feel
The hollow shell starting to fall apart
The hole that you at one time called your heart

Your lover’s waiting there for you
She’ll only be upstairs a few
More moments you are gonna throw away
These moments you will only throw away

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Déjà vu

Memories of expectations
Lost inside your mind.
I’ve seen this song and dance,
I’ve lived this sad romance.

Memories of expectations
Slowly start to die.
I know where this road leads,
I live to be lonely.

The moment fades and comes again,
Repeat one million times.
Present and future seem so familiar,
But the past is just a dream.

Coming back to haunt me.

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A taste of nostalgia

There’s nothing like thinking back
on February nights
when we rocked the whole world away.
There’s nothing like thinking back
on February nights,
but they’re forever gone away.

There’s nothing like the sweet smell
of dust and dying dreams,
when we believed we were the best.
There’s nothing like memories
of dusty dreams now dead
to make this lonely soul confess.

There’s nothing like nostalgia
to cause the heart to burn
and ache and long for days of old.
There’s nothing like nostalgia
to cause the mind to learn:
daydreams simply wear on the soul.

Dreaming of a dreary past
will cause the soul to hurt.
Can’t nostalgia just go away?

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The Same

Soon seems so far away,
or so it did yesterday.
Soon seems like a word
reserved for the absurd.

Never always knows
how to discourage those
who dream aloud,
those swallowed by the crowd.

Now’s already lost–at last
the present really is the past
the future’s never here,
reality is fear.

Never always tries
to destroy determined minds.
Never never keeps me down,
never will not see me drown.

Soon would be most ideal
if it were now, if it were real,
if it would listen to what I say
if it could carry me away.

Soon would be pleasant
if it were the present.
But soon, never, they drive me insane,
because soon and never are simply the same.

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Standing on top of the world

Standing on top of the world,
would you believe me
when I told you I was greatness?
Holding the sky,
would you believe me
when I said I’m the one?
Flying through the blue sky,
bathing in the sunlight,
forgetting the darkness
of yesterday.

Standing on top of the world
would you notice me then?
Lying at the end of the path,
the thing we once called time,
would I be free?

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