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we can look straight and see the same things
all of our passion turned to depression
all of our thoughts have become numb
and then we start to exist

the truth is that it's all simple
and we complicate to make less worthwhile
it's time i moved on like i've always have
and bound memories in the circle

the blue and grey sky looks so beautiful
all of these things in your eye disappear
and we sometimes wonder what happened
no constant variable moving

and the last is the death of the first
the only chance to make us realize
that in the eyes of everyone
passion that cannot be ours

all of what we made you understood before
built up on stilts and led around
the water that washes the feet of you
breaks it up and washes it away

shy people lie
underneath the shoulder
of the top

-winston campbell-