A dream in a jar
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A memory scar
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Though trapped in a frame
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Not one day the same
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I fell and I weep
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il I'm too tired to sleep
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and I ask permission to lie
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to strike up the band
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yet I'll build and I'll sow
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I'll watch tiil it grows
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And I will take the chance
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There'll be no last dance
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No when it arrives
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The darkest of nights
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Let me have my back turned
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And not realise
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The story's coming to an end
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I'll never be just giving in
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I'm living by the rolling dice
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It's closure but it's in disguise
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I try and I try (I will try so hard)
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I'll play with the fire (I circle around the fire because)
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It goes unexplained (it goes unexplained)
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I'm still in the game (I'm still in the game)
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I'm scared to the bone (I'm scared to the bone)
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I'm sitting at home (I'm sitting at home)
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I prepared on the day (will bet on the day)
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They've ready for me
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No when it arrives
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The brightest of lights
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Let me have my back turned
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And not realise
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The story's coming to an end
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I'll never be just giving in
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I'm living by the rolling dice
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It's closure but it sure feels nice
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To An End
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| Marit Larsen |
