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I can take a picture of my life,
Of all the good times that I've had,
As a little baby laying in a crib,
Or of the day that I was wed.
I can put ..
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Trap it in a picture,
And keep it forever,
In your pocket or on a wall,
But never your hand.
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He slides his fingers in the holes,
His hands are filled with the cold,
He stares intently down the lane,
As a drop of sweat hits the floor,
Stari..
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All that I needed was a call from you.
My life crashed and I was left all alone.
In the end I asked myself, "where were you?
And why couldn't you..
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What is life?
Is it personal freedom?
Is your soul everlasting?
Or will it fade into the darkness?
I would love to fill your life with hope,
Make..
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