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There’s something inbetween
There’s something wasted
There’s been a door for us
I would have taken it

All of your wasted thoughts
Could never save us
Who would have thought that we
Needed to be?

It’s my fault
It’s your fault
Faults are easy to lay bare

It was something inbetween
That we have wasted
It’s been a door for us
We should have taken it

It’s his fault
It’s her fault
Faults are easy to lay bare

There’s no cause
No explanation
Say anything
Let it go, let yourself go

There are no words
And no connotations
All is free
Don’t let go, don’t

Beneath our heads
There’s something growing
Beyond our minds
No way of knowing

With all these thoughts
We still use words to describe
Where is our tragedy
No struggle to think of

With all these dreams
We have still to come by
There is no interest
For the average viewer

Through postcard sunsets
The news is on
Not recognised yet
No, not at all

As I call you, I don’t know you, but I do
These things will rest, and reset

Who’s saying? Never did so much
Who’s praying? Never said too much
Who’s lying? Without reasons why
Denying all that is and was

And that will be
Will we ever see?

In places; that we’ve seen so far
In spaces; that we’re scared to feel?
Desires, much too big to see
Desire’s what I’ve never dared

To admit
»It’s time to quit«

Go there!
To that place
Take mine

Be there!
In that space
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