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(Anderson)

If you walked in now
I wouldn't start I wouldn't frown
And if you just appeared
I woudn't cry or think it weird

'Cause you are still around
You're in the air, you're in the ground
And you can't go away
I am afraid you're here to stay

Friends don't understand
They close the door, they raise their hands

She says she heard your voice
Of course she does, she has no choice

I was hours ahead
When they removed you from your bed

They drank all the while
Until you said goodbye

Why are we sitting here in ourselves?
Why are we sitting here in ourselves?
Why are we sitting here in ourselves?

I don't look up, I don't look down
I look ahead and make no sound
My love was there,
I only stare

Healty in my dreams
Is what you are, is what is seems

What does it all mean?
You're only hiding behind a screen

Curse the English day
For what it forces us to say
Banish all the pain

'Cause when I die, die
I'll see you again.injured plea crushed destiny deep down
trauma hounds run to corrode integrity whatever matters and it would
they fail to see they make believe reality helpless deaths
ignored to be judged as juvenile head caves in growing pains no time
remains for fantasy tyrrany exists shrink beneath the ingrown thorns forced
to accept pledge allegiance to a flag tested to forget you must
resist they want you dead feels emptyness eternity keeps swallowing
digested benefactors whose silence deafens anything all of whom
decease and miss to pierce a point objects and lessons to realize
it's not the way what's the point of giving up leaving won't change anything
political resentment to push away all growth withing puzzles me offers
soul to nothing the message screams it's purity that those with no rights
display the right to have no life do have respect they must accept
a world commiting suicide