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...Lys...: All we know is distance, we're close and then we run.
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...Lys...: All of your warm colors have painted all my days, and all of the tragic tears you took off of my face.
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...Lys...: It's almost like dreaming, but so real I can't explain. That it's almost hard to think or say; to try to be a different way
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...Lys...: whenever we make a change, things need to be rearranged, i dont want to live the rest of my life hiding in shame; and can you see the child's eyes, are you really that blind?