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This Way

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Here I am again
Listening to the same old words
How I know what they mean
Doesn�t stop the sting

Here comes the feeling
Climbing up from deep inside me
Never feels different
Always feels the same

People come and go
Words never change
Faces are always new
Why is it this way?

Here I am again
Wishing that things were worlds apart
That I would just fit in
Not on the outside

Here comes the feeling
Washed in from the sea of despair
Carried back from the past
With me at the shore

People come and go
Words never change
Faces are always new
Why is it this way?
 
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