Part first : Awakening
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Daybreak:
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A september sun emerges through clouds
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Chasing across the sky
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through are evoked behind detached eyes
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But people are just passing by:
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With smiles for protection
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Unable to see behind the creature
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That he seems to me
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Once he was a child with burning desires,
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With hopes and dreams of what was to come
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So he's lost some faith but still there are fires
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Deep inside that he must drench to numb
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If we could try
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To share some of his wounds just for a while
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But we're all just people passing by!
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Midday:
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He's searching through crowds
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For one that is gone
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Rejecting the facts
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One more day
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Talking too loud to silence the glow
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Coldness becoming his way
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Empathy can't reach through all that blame
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Smiles now forgotten. Locked In their frames
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Now he's counting time
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In beggings and bottles,
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Fading away beneath old news
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So he lost a war:
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"Will I be dead very long?"
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...He can still hear his voice
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Through the coldness
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If we could try
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To ease some of his pain just for a while
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But we're all just people passing by!
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Part second : Memorials
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Part last : Ngihtfall
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Once he was strong and filled with visions
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With life ahead he set his aims
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Then things went wrong...
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Now his ambitions have turned to smiles
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Conserved in frames
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Still could be strong
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Could be a prophet!
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He would teach truth to every man!
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he'd see the light through every shadow
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But entropia denies he can!
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He's Sitting numb while dusk is falling
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Alone he whispers his "goodnight"
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Turning away, when sleep is calling.
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From all the people...
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...Passing By...
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People Passing By
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| Pain of Salvation |
