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Now I'm living life without you
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And I'm waiting to hear you grasp for air
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June lies hidden in those ruins of your eyes
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Have you seen me stumble in this demented world?
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June, you've lost you colour
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Could one stray under your wings?
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Liberty, a word I read once in a book
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Frozen roses, as a gift to your content
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I figured I could risk this stupid absolution
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O' disillusioned, I'm face to face with silence
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Your quivering breath, too weak to survive
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What a shame, we never spoke a word
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Liberty, a word I read once in a book
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Frozen roses, as a gift to your content
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Icicle-rain pounding on my head
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Images demand to take a smile for granted
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Tomorrow is always the first day of
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the end of your life
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June
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