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Lost

With nothing to do
There is nothing
That can be done
 
With nothing to win
There is nothing
That can be won
 
Try as we may
In the end
All our dreams
They set just like the sun
 
Run far away
No matter where we’ve been
Or what we’ve seen
There’s nowhere left to run
 
As a heart decays
Tears fall within
Head between two knees
The hope is dead and gone
 
The end came
Marching in
Right where the dream
Had just begun

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