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"Muse" Written by: Nicholas Depew Copyright 2001 Changing Seasons Music (BMI)
My hope was in a state of lucid decay. I searched for an escape. (But) Encompass me with silence, my mind tries to scream. Total lack of clarity, complete lack of peace. Desolate and desperate, I disapait to nothingness. So as I repress my motives, I try to hide the regrets.
I want to know that you are with me. (But) I need to know that you can hear me.
Sustained by one cherished moment, I reach for another taste. Point of no return, I cross again. Unaware of things beginning, ignorant to their end - travesty befalls me; betrayed by self.
Return to the familiar. My fears fall away.
I can't remember where you are, and all this time I tried so hard. But I hear you; you call me name. And your voice, it is the same. I had forgotten you, but you did not forget me. I had forgotten you, but you did not forget me.
Shattered memories of abandoned dreams - nothing was ever as it seemed. Shattered memories of abandoned dreams - nothing was ever as it seemed.
Return to the familiar. A frail facade hides your tears.
I can't remember where you are, and all this time I tried so hard. But I hear you; you call my name. And your voice, it is the same. I had forgotten you, but you did not forget me. I had forgotten you, but you did not forget me. I had forgotten you, but you did not forget me. I had forgotten you, but you will not forget me.
[This message has been edited by Brian Austin Whitney (edited 08-31-2002).]
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