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Swimming Eyes
A silhouette passing by in front of your eyes.
Someone walking through the crowd,
That's just her body, it's not her.
Just a reflection of a time that's lost.
Memories painted as the contours of,
Someone you once would have died for.
A sound makes it through the constant noise.
A voice so familiar,
But the words they're not the same,
As the ones she used to say.
The sentences they're not how
They used to be,
Though still as beautiful,
They're not meant for you.
So how did it feel tonight
As the streets became yours?
The streets of the city,
In which our stories were written.
So how did it feel like,
Your hand in someone else's hand,
Your features of your face,
On someone else's mind.
The breath of another as,
As the last sound you'll hear before sleep,
As the first you hear at dawn.
How will that feel like?
Will it make you feel alive?
There's so much pain in here,
There's too many,
Feelings,
Left from back when,
The days still left us with,
These little things,
That kept us trying.
There's so much pain in here,
There's too many,
Feelings,
Left from back when,
The days still left us with,
These little things,
That kept us trying.
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That kept us trying.
These little things,
The days still left us with,
Left from back when,
Feelings,
There's too many,
There's so much pain in here,
That kept us trying.
These little things,
The days still left us with,
Left from back when,
Feelings,
There's too many,
There's so much pain in here,
Will it make you feel alive?
How will that feel like?
As the first you hear at dawn.
As the last sound you'll hear before sleep,
The breath of another as,
On someone else's mind.
Your features of your face,
Your hand in someone else's hand,
So how did it feel like,
In which our stories were written.
The streets of the city,
As the streets became yours?
So how did it feel tonight
They're not meant for you.
Though still as beautiful,
They used to be,
The sentences they're not how
As the ones she used to say.
But the words they're not the same,
A voice so familiar,
A sound makes it through the constant noise.
Someone you once would have died for.
Memories painted as the contours of,
Just a reflection of a time that's lost.
That's just her body, it's not her.
Someone walking through the crowd,
A silhouette passing by in front of your eyes.
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