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Well it's been past four years since we went down in flames
In the mouth of the lion's den
While we held our heads
We...
Well, a man has two faces
But still he's half blind
Well, he searches with one eye
For what he won't find
Well,...
Two ghosts in a graveyard
Two stones in a row they are
Two lost in a blue car
Can't boast about who we are
New...
Some dreams mean somethin' that you'll never know
Some dreams mean nothin', just a river that flows
Moonlight has magic through...
Hidden thoughts that lie within the apathy of my own goal and dreams
I cry myself to sleep with all the insecurities of love and life...
Who's got time for faded words
There's nothin' new we haven't heard
I wish to hell that I could tell the truth
From all...
Hey!
Well, morning out of bed, the carpet's red, well I know
The flood has started
The day goes so slow in below my...
Parked outside in a car down by the church this mornin'
We never knew we'd get this far
The songs I played are chosin'...
IF YOU LEAVE where will you go?
Before the regret you hold in your heart will start to show...
IF YOU LEAVE how will you...
[Chorus:]
This is the story of a girl
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world
And while she looked so sad...
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Hidden thoughts that lie within the apathy of my own goal and dreams
I cry myself to sleep with all the insecurities of love and life itself
This big old rock
Has fallen smack in the middle of this road that I have sought for so long
And I wonder, and I wonder
Will I make it through the thunder
And I pray the Lord, he carries me
With one set of footprints on the sea
The sands of my past life
I wonder
I sit and soak
My nerves are shot; my soul's a sponge, the crutch I hold that keeps me up
I hold my feet up
As across the tracks I prayed good luck ??
And I wonder, and I wonder
Will I make it through the thunder
And I pray the lord, he carries me
With one set of footprints on the sea
And the sands of my past life
I wonder
And I wonder
And I wonder
You say that sorrow is better than the happiness we're supposed to feel
Oh, you say that sorrow is better than the happiness we're supposed to feel
With a sad face the heart grows wiser
So call me the wise men
Because my sorrow rises well above as I grow older, my shoulders wither
And I wonder, and I wonder
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