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Lost All Contact.
This is actually another song I wrote,
means a lot to be if you let what it means sink in.
Piece by piece you fade in teh fog, sun slowly arrives burns a hole through my eyes.
Walls of contented green shadow me when I hide inside.
Violins are faint like your voice.
I barely see you, quickly your lips move far away,but I can't hear you.
You're gone now, but I've been gone a long time.
Your bones are here to stay,
and always here to lay.
I was born in teh ocean,
meant to stray-
farther than you know;
father than you'll ever go.
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