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Suns fading across this sky while the clouds weep to noone passin by,
 
And still I think of the days we made out of dignity, grace, and pain,

 and it never seems to speak the same.

 So tell me why the tears don't come easy even when the heart is ripped apart,

 Yeah, its hard workin' in the end of days of a romance and love gone dry,

 But the blood remains on the hand and in the eyes, cuz who else knows we're buyin 
empty time.

 Tired of the walled-in cities cuz the tragedy echoes closer an the sins don't care who they kill,

 And you in your diamond mansions with ivory and marble splendor throwin' your arrows, 

 Aimin' for the depths of my spirit, but u ain't good enough to burn these memories,

 So do we wait for the flames or the war outside these walls to destroy us from within, 

 But i couldn't find the freedom of the skies from your tantelizing grip, so i learned to burn,

 In the wild abandoned throes of what we thought we knew was real, but I played 

the hand  too hard, and I couldnt keep the demon quenched in the shadows and 

before I knew it, I found myself fallin' from heavens throne to the wastelands I once 

roamed.
 
Now im high on the hills of the north country, lookin' out from the mists of of a new morn,

 And the birds singin' a new song as only he can cuz he already knows about the outside world.

 Yeah babe, its been a long time  rolling, but the tears of yesteryear are all the more 

sweeter for the lesson learned for tomorrow.

 well, I saw you some time ago on the edge town, where only the mystics go 

speakin in a voice so soft and low that I could'nt run an I didn't try, 

but my name wasn't in it, and on your arm was paul bunyan of the suburbanites 

and a new life glowin from the sidelines had claimed you for its own, 

 but the ancient gaze you gave spoke all too clear, an my soul was too pained to cry, 

but my walk and my heart are strong, so maybe we'll meet again
 
on the borderline of the city of lights where we first felt the angst and sweat of new 

life and love alive and thrivin, where nothin ever really dies but sleeps.  

 Tell me mama, do you sleep?
 Yeah.........I know.....
 Neither do I.

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