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To lean on the impossible

Is the failure of our dreams

The days of independence

Need revolutions to reveal

The fact, the word, the undenied

Take a shot at the lies

The way, the eyes, the nondescript

Give in to muted relief

Fall to the form

Fit into the norm

Now I see you standing all by yourself

There in the silence

I see you're all to yourself

And these are the hours

These are the days

These are the hours

These are the days of the lost

In the end what stands to reason

Like pillars to uphold

Must be a universal

Indivisible line

Fall to the form

Fit into the norm

Now I see you standing all by yourself

There in the silence

I see you're all to yourself

These are the hours

These are the days

These are the hours

These are the days of the lost

Now I see you standing all by yourself

There in the silence

I see you're all to yourself

These are the hours

Now I see you standing all by yourself

There in the silence

Now I see you standing all by yourself

These are the hours

These are the days

These are the hours

Days of the lost