Mysteries are stories
That never got an end.
Someday soon, we'll cross on through,
And our story won't be pretend.

When you've been gone so long
That you could almost die,
And you're so close that you don't breathe,
Remember it's just life,
And we'll get where we belong.
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Should you find your way down.
I'll be here. I'll be here.
Should we be all alone.
Nobody. Nobody.
Should you turn into dust.
You're nothing. We're nothing.
Should I find a way out.
It's not human I'm after.
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If you write a story,
Make sure to write me in.
I don't know anybody else
Who'd follow you to the end.

I know I hoped we'd make it here,
But I was never sure
Just if we'd find this majesty,
Constantly searching
To get where we belong.
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Already, I can see
That I will miss you so.
When you fled, I found the end,
And made it right on through.

And while you walked this road with me,
I'm sure that you had known,
That we might never find an end,
Forgoing all our lives
To find unknown.
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You would see I'm singing for you.
Come to me; it's where you belong.
I won't breath 'till you're here with me,
And I know you're never leaving.
I can't say how much I miss you,
But someday maybe you'll see that
If you come and live forever,
You will find the answers on your own.

We left the world to see.
We left the world to see.
We left the world to see.
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Should we be split apart,
Sent to different 'verses.
Should the end come faster
Than I could imagine.
Should we find what we sought,
Will it be like we wanted?
Should this life mean more,
Outside this subjective me.