Close the door and drift away
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into a sea of uncertainty
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where all your hopes and dreams
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have faded out of reach.
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Remember all the bad dreams
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are not far from reality.
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Would you write again for me?
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(Let me whisper something in your ear).
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And you awake and there you are
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not far off from the line before.
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And just how long did it take for you to understand
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where your feelings stopped and writing began?
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Convince yourself to take control
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play to the hilt this unlikely role.
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Remember all the bad dreams
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are not far from reality.
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Will you write again for me?
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And who bade you stop this living art?
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Have you forgotten just what you are?
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If you don't want to then you could at least pretend
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that the paper's your sould and the blood's in the pen.
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And maybe then you'd see the light
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and read the truth, that you had to write.
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If heaven sent you downstream
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where banished eyes haven't been
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would you smile again for me?
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You misread your fate line
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had long run out ahead of time.
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Would you write again for me?
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And you awake and there you are
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not far off from the line before.
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And just how long did it take for you to understand
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where the feeling stopped and the writing began?
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Convince yourself to take control
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play to hilt this unlikely role.
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If heaven sent you downstream
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where banished eyes haven't been
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would you smile again for me?
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Will You Smile Again?
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And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead |