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Canaries sing themselves out, way too hoarse |
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Their wings move as if choreographed |
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They are just acting each other - the missing, the imagined |
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They are only singing about how much more yearning they can hold |
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Mirrors reflect ourselves, way too clearly |
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The stares, directed another way, are cuddling together |
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They are just pitying each other - the reflections on the mirror |
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They are only pretending as if they are going around something |
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Next comes the lies, pieces of you, falling into place |
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Again you are used, made to feel you've found it out |
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You are for ever made to watch the same scene |
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At the same place, over and over: missing pieces |
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And you know you'll never find them: missing pieces" |
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-All the Missing passing me by |
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"At least I would like to stop them." |
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"I am lonely... Ah." |
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-Chasing its back |
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"I would like to keep holding this 'should be there" |
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The scene has already faded away |
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Now it's time you stopped crying: missing pieces |
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Already faded away |
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Stop crying, stop crying |
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Missing pieces |