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What was left when that fire was gone?
I thought it felt right but that right was wrong.
All caught up in the eye of the storm.
I'm trying to figure out what it’s like moving on.
And I don’t even know what kind of things I said.
My mouth kept moving and my mind went dead.
Picking up those pieces now where to begin.
The hardest part of ending is starting all again...

All I wanna do is trade this life for something new.
Holding on to what I haven’t got...