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Oblivion
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This is a fictional tale about a ghostwriter who cannot rest until his work is discovered. The song changes tempo half way through to signify falling and oblivion. A former #2.
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Sat Dec 17, 2005
Acoustic : Acoustic Rock
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» highest in charts:   # 16   (126,009 songs currently listed in Acoustic)
» highest in sub-genre:   # 2   (18,877 songs currently listed in Acoustic > Acoustic Rock)
Lyrics
People change, but I'm afraid of feeling the same way
Suddenly I'm in a crowd without a face
Reality and time has left this place

Everytime I see a plane I think of love
Taking off but can't remember if I should
or even if my feet did touch the ground

Chorus
I want to be a bird so I'll never fall again, into oblivion
I want to be a star, look down on the earth and then, one day I will return

I've become, I've become the man only the mirror sees
The cracks have become scars for you and me
and fate was never willing to beleive

Everytime I see a rose its blue with tears
Forever has become the friend I fear
how quickly all my moments become years

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I want to be a bird so I'll never fall again, into oblivion
I want to be a star,look down on the earth and then, one day I'll be reborn

i was so desperate for your company
and your ghost has spent so much time dining with me
day after day, night after night
i would look at your face knowing somethings not right

everytime i hear the wind i think of you
i turn in a moment and feel so confused
theres a time and a place, and the distance is here
immortal writers would lend me an ear

a notebook of memories page after page
is left here to crumble and won't rearrange
into something where I can read between the lines
to half figure out what is so hard to find

we were the music makers so it seemed
now we are dreamers of forgotten dreams
i could not save the words which now are gone
i was too late but your spirit lives on