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Go to separate yourself
From those that live forever.
You want to talk about loss, and all mistakes you made.
Get up and fall back down.
Talk about the life you'd trade.
You want to measure up, and be the critic.
You want to talk the talk, to join the cynics.
To sweat the small things that you can live without one day
Will tear your insides out and bleed your dreams away.
