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...And as it's fading to a drowsy blue to live in I keep my eyes closed and pretend that I'm still sleeping there's a hole when she's smiling and a fire when she's sad and a void when she's glad when I feel how she's humming how alive she's inside I only hear how I lied cosmic comic-strip behind this wall I stay forgiven mirrors cracking clear the view daring me to drown in there and take her with me From your lips to Gods ears and to the wind.... there's a hole.....etc and there's always a reason yet it's so hard to tell from this wishing well though these thoughts are colliding I'm left bound by the spell of this wishing well..... From Letras Mania