Why is it that I feel nostalgic now remembering
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The warmth when we hold our hands?
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Why? Summer rain in an abyss
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Your smiling gaze makes me want to cry
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Call out to me with that voice
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This weakness I can't speak of to a soul -
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I realize that it's a support upon which to stand strong
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You're dear to me because we're so different
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I just want to understand who we are
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As we live on, our scars increase
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And yet we still search on for our reason
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As they stack up, they become more beautiful
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I want to understand right now; I want to shout it all out
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Why did it turn out like this?
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What's ahead of path that splits and then is cut off
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To the connection - either that, to us, who have deceived and played it down as we saw fit -
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Time is very silent, frighteningly so
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Wasting this knowledge left unused; taking the penalty
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Severing ties - only forgiving the same colors
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So are you going to kill us with yesterday again? When you harped on all that wasn't
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(try to catch me, why did it turn out like this?)
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It's invariable: if you take the pain which was captured at too revealing of a resolution
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And cover up even that as "love", that's just not you anymore
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(that's just not you anymore)
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This awareness that I won't speak of to a soul -
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I bury it away into the depths of concrete
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And it's because we're so different that you're dear to me
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I just want to go after this event
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"Turning even sorrow to money
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Nothing is more sublime than you as you grasp your brush" - tell me that
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Suffering, drunken on the silence that flutters to and fro
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Before long, even the camellia leaves will fall
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As we suffer, only more consequences close in on us
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So that we just walk through the white midnight
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From the moment we were brought into life, we've known
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That surely, with every mistake we've made
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We were wishing for nothing but the best - we must have been
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Everything we can't speak of to a soul -
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The more we come to know it, we turn pale
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And all the things that are "wrong" become dear to us
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I just want to understand who we are
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As we live on, our scars increase
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Tie together a knot to overwrite that
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I want to understand right now; I want to shout it all out
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