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Hey, who are you,
Where are you going to
Have you planned out your life
Or is it balanced on a knife
Edge?

Put a story to a face
Another person another place
Know their hates know their fears
Hear the echo that they leave
And don’t forget you know
Don’t forget you know
Where they go,
When its over!


Hey here we are
And why are we here?
We’re here cos we aint
Nowhere else–
So we make the best
Of a bad thing.

Yeah, now and then
We feel like it’s the end
When everything seems
To fall apart, at the seams–
Gotta make the best of a bad thing.

Put a story to a face
Another person another place
Know their hates know their fears
Hear the echo that they leave
And don’t forget you know
Don’t forget you know
Where they go,
When its over!


Here I am, and don’t cry
Its just some dust in your eye
You understand how I feel
And the feelings are real
Confused? So am I
Its easy just to lie
But they say that the truth
Comes out in the end–
But we lie to make the best of a bad thing

Put a story to a face
Another person another place
Know their hates know their fears
Hear the echo that they leave
And don’t forget you know
Don’t forget you know
Where they go,
When its over!
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A hopeful song from the same time-period as all the depressing ones.

It's meant to be tongue in cheek.
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The last stanza is my fave. :) And 'don't forget you know, where they go... when it's over.'

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~summernightangel doesn't need a compass to know which way the wind is shining.
Tis' like two years old this. Weirds me out.

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Sweet mists on golden leaves,
Starlit skies, dew-rich slopes
Thick summer sward, heavy harvest bough
Winter's reward.
Autumn Hills.

I love Jesus, and I read Harry Potter. Get over it.

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