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50 lines
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There are days when sorrow seems never-ending
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Like the countless roads upon which I've driven
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The price of attachment in pursuit of dreams
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That I so often can't seem to remember
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Yet there are days when beauty cannot be contained
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It even crawls out from under ordinary things
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A foreigner, no place to go
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Holding on, making the most
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Of what little time I have
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All the wasted words I said
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In all the cities that I left
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The last act of our precious play
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Must not close with regret
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I will not leave wishing I had done things differently
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The moments I treasure are seldom the ones
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That I planned for
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And if I knew where pain hid I might still let it go
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So when the audience has run toward the latest drift
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It will be my time to face the life that I have set
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A foreigner in my own home
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Holding on, no place to go
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All the wasted words I said
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In all the cities that I left
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The last act of our precious play
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Must not close with regret (regret)
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All the wasted words
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Some days the line between peace
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And pain seems more like a blur
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But I know with certainty
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I can't leave wishing, I cannot leave
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I can't leave wishing I'd done things differently
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All the wasted words I said
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In all the cities that I left
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The last act of our precious play
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Must not close with regret (regret)
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All the wasted words
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__________________
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Name Wasted Words
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Artist As I Lay Dying
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Album Awakened
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