In A Different Time Or Place, This Would Make More Sense

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A moment of silence please,
for those who never get the chance,
they're caught up in the violence,
that some may call the past,
they live alone and drink alone,
and have never seemed to be unmasked.

The teenager, the widow,
the one without the soul,
they look out the window,
and know their hearts have been put up for sale.
They follow, they tremble,
they trip over their feet,
it's like a shadow came and left,
and you decided to take a seat;
so you sit and think,
while waiting for the someone you won't ever meet.

How far will you go before you lose it all?
How far along before you finally fall?

They laugh and scream,
they tell you that "you're nothing,
and you'll never be what you seem,"
you shrug it off and shake it off,
and crawl back into your dreams.

How far will you go before you lose it all?
How far along before you finally fall?





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