There floats our conversation
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Like clouds in our minds
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We leave an open invitation
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To this world we've denied
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If I turn around
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Would that be my fault
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If I turn around
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Would that be my loss
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Feel the raindrops of impression
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Stinging from above
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What the price of this confusion
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We have yet to speak of
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Out of sight beyond confusion
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Still I'm here defining my own truth
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Paranoia by conclusion
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What's the point if I am still missing you
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Turn Around
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| Collective Soul |
