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Most People Lose the Present in Tiny Pieces. It's All That They Can Handle.
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Salvation or Catharsis [Blue-32]
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When Did You Start Living Your Life As a Series of Compromises
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You Are Constantly Trying To Make Sense of Your Life
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I Fondly Reminesce Times Spent with People I Can Hardly Recall These Days
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You Were the Victim of Desperate Dreams and Star-Crossed Lovers
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A Pleasant Train Ride Interrupted by a Unruly Man
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There's a Proud Nature to Your Smile That No Amount of Adversity Can Tear Down
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These Days You Can't Even Look Into the Sun
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I May Not Be Able To Meet Every One of Your Expectations
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This Is Not the Time To Count Your Disappointments
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The Sky Is Grey. The Air Is Cold. The Ground Is Dry.
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The Crisp Autumn Air Filled His Lungs with a Youthful Vitality He Had Long Ago Forgotten.
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I Always Knew That You Could Achieve a Great Deal of Good in Your Lifetime.
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These Days Leave You Weary
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You Used To Make Me Laugh All the Time
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This Might Be the Last Time You Visit This Place