I'm connecting together and drawing mosaic pieces one by one
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As well as the encounter and parting you gave me
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I think, "It shouldn't be like this," and go to sleep
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And when I awaken, it's the same old unchanging, fruitless effort
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I repeat it meaninglessly
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I picked up and gathered the mosaic pieces for "a way to live a good life"
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That warped thing seemed beautiful to me
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Above the path I chose to the end while I bluffed, while I failed
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The pieces came unstuck and fell, and I would not bury them
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A world spread all over every will
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Even though I must have something I can't yield to anyone
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I'm worried about the multiple colors
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While bewitched by the various colors and shapes in the mosaic pieces
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I wished far too much for "youthful indiscretion"
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Believing in the cement of love in the gaps in my heart, I washed down
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Pieces that will never, ever melt together
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Because contrast is beautiful, roughness conversely works well
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For some reason, I won't wait for my turn and find my own style of answer
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The mosaic pieces brilliantly project the lies and mistakes of my past
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The more I think I want to erase them all
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The more I still can't advance past the start line there when I turn around
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I'll try picking up and gathering my dreams once more
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I'm connecting together and drawing mosaic pieces one by one
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As well as the encounter and parting you gave me
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