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Faded photos, all around, Old love letters, lost and found
Words unspoken, never said, Rolling round, inside my head
Walking backwards, through the day, Smoke and mirrors, get in the way
Am I living someone else’s dream, And the answers so seldom seen?
Time goes by in the blink of an eye, I don’t even have time to cry
No, not every time.
People come and people go, some we love and some we know
Oh, but when they go! Oh, but when they go!
All the sadness, let it go. All the anger, don’t let it grow.
Every new day, start again. Find a new way to pretend.