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searching for the time i've lost and who we used to be
beyond all figuring out when you remembered to believe
so we stopped to catch our breath.,.but then forgot to breath
imagining the what, and how it a been if i'd of done anything but
i see which way your mind has gone good-bye mmhmm
what's the point of wasting all your wits on wondrin' why?
the wind came thru and whispered you've got one last thing to try
now call out past the mountains,'til an echo back replies.,.
impossible to prove as i maneuver through the muck
just becuz we can't get out, doesn't mean that we're stuck
i would guarantee my grin but there's a limit to my luck
now look here comes help, and i believe i'll ask sumbody else
you'll find alot of definitely along with every doubt
the lunar moth may land on him before that worm comes out
will i see you in the flames or will i only hear you shout?
so's not to itch instead; i scratch the back of my head
