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I can feel it in my bones. This feeling you once had for me. you're slowly letting go, faster each day it seems. and i'm therefore too real, why... but everything i touch it surely dies. it does it dies, it surely dies... and the closer we get the further we fall, the older we are we're left wanting more. but i cant waste my time you're in or you're out, i'll try my best till my lungs give out. we never seem to get any closer to the end goal (and it's), it's not cause you're expecting much, no. im just afraid of letting go. can't let you go... but I can feel it in my bones... This feeling you must get from me. Slowly, slowly, slowly... you're letting go... but fire and stone... each day it seems.