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From what I understand...

People hurt you in this life

And it takes an enlarged heart

To be bigger than it all.

To evolve.

World's revolving,

Like that door.

Sliding glass doors—

Back and forth.

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And I'm an old Victorian house,

Creaking from the inside out.

They come to visit in awe,

Take in the beauty so raw.

It's not enough.

Who wants to live under such circumstances?

Well, that's just ancient damage.

Plus, you keep upgrading your baggage.

But the sunset isn't for sale—

And neither is your mental health.

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So, come with me...

We can chase the sunset and sing for the moon;

Dance with the rain, be gone like the wind by noon.

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Nevermore

Will I find the same door.

You were open and inviting.

I hope you never close up.

The restaurants are dying,

And the music isn't so enticing...

Anymore.

Nevermore.

Never go.

They don't make 'em like you now—oh, no.

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It's not real, but I am...