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| I Started |
3/24/2009
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I started piecing it together, but it was never there.
I started reading the words, but they were never spoken.
I started seeing all the lies that were never the truth.
I started seeing my life, somewhere back in my youth.
I thought I knew myself then, but still learning.
I'm back where I once was, but still yearning.
It's a wicked wicked world that keeps on turning.
History repeats itself, the lesson that keeps learning.
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