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long ago when our hearts were low we were feeling blue stuck just thinking about you memories begin to haunt on this cold and placid night the more we seem to want the less we seem to fight all we ever had was a vivid and dangerous dream voices screaming inside my head saying life is better when your dead caught up in this live deception of something that was never there how we learned these lessons as the truth lay bear consider all these heavy facts run my hand through my hair I know that life sometimes seem unfair so do your best and try to relax you have always been the queen of my broken heart we'll glue the pieces back together love is gentle as an angels feather