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A possible life.

Tell me what I did wrong, tell me the truth for I know it's all your doing.
Tell what I do now, tell me who are my friends, tell where I go out and tell what you've become.
Moments shaken by trust and word of mouth, a winters rainfall hitting the walls.

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I remember waking up every day to the comforts of home, a real home built on love and devotion.
I remember making my way down to the beach, all alone yet so carefree, the thoughts that engulfed my mind of this vanished at sunrise and never came back until I hit down in Germany.

I'm back to how it all started, square one in many respects, but the idealistic life was painted by a mistaken factor and that was you.

I remember my spirit so high and light, they say I've changed but they need to look closer, the holiday blues aren't crumbling, my attitude has only gradually improved yet I'm not on fire or dancing to please, so please look away.

Tell me what I'm doing now, tell me where I'm going to run and hide, keep guessing for your mistaken, life will take me far.

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Slowly rebuild, slowly search and slowly pack, the world is our oyster.

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