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They were kept inside a book, so they would always live on, not just in faded colors but also in written thoughts. And your palm only tells you what the past has brought because in your hands are lines that took you where you are. But there's something missing. I can see it between the lines . Cant you see there's something missing, and I know I can never bring it back. I have read to find a cure that has helped me carry on but realize that there's always something more that we could have done.
Lyrics by Greg Garza