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Our course is coarsely plotted On a map of shoddy dreams, But hindsight
will reveal Time's moving faster than it seems. Maybe I'm just
selfish, I've got nothing left to give. I'm still a foolish boy, I've
got a lifetime left to live,
And I was swinging like a madman, Not
quite sure of what I felled, And I might never understand Exactly what it
was I'd held, And now I watch the sun descending From the weathered gravel
roof, And I recall the sky once told me That all lies lead to the
truth.
So I'll look the other way, And I'll turn a deafened
ear, And I'll talk of distant lands, Pretend I was never
here.
Reality beads on my skin Like a slicker in the rain, But now
I feel it soaking in And I begin to feel the pain. I fight the urge to run
to you, This is how it has to be. We've gotta step away right
now, We're just too close to see,
And I was swinging like a
madman, Not quite sure of what I felt, And I might never
understand Exactly what it was I'd held, And now I watch the sun
descending From the weathered gravel roof, And I recall the sky once told
me That all lies lead to the truth.
So I'll look the other way, And
I'll turn a deafened ear, And I'll talk of distant lands, Pretend I was
never here, And I'll look the other way, And I'll turn a deafened
ear, And I'll talk distant lands, Pretend I was never here
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