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Spirit White, blackened ground Hold the world up to my face Nothing said, all implied But its so certain all the same Wanna be somewhere else I stand alone, I step away Stop and stare, look away Forget yourself and look again Hidden glass, weigh me down I tread the same old paths again Open up, find the park Finish up and walk away Never end, leave behind Come again and lose myself Can't remember, to forget What it is I thought I said From Letras Mania