Is it true?
You've been dreaming of it
Violent frames
In a strange yet familiar place
You might find something swimming in your head
Like a word that's left unsaid
Just a thought lost to the wind

So you stop and you think about it
What could have been of it?
Chance is just a loser's game
All these things that have come and gone with
All of those silly songs and
All of the things we used to say

You might find that to love and lose is worth
More than you can use and hurt
Just a preacher to the maimed
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But this ball keeps on spinning for us all
Wipe those tears and stand up tall
You will learn to love again

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