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Saved Pages Aborb the sounds that surround you Breathe deeply and smell it's interest Find yourself stuck in the same place Familiarize yourself with what you have You will never get back the simplest thing The people will always push you down The clinging vines on the side of the pits Are falling to the ground Hand over all the things you find You will not need anything from this day You will soon see how life will untwine Nothing will ever be the same again Listen to all the things that are important Reject everything that is useless Think about what you are going to do Realize there is nothing to do Yeah, we had our days, didn't we dear? Yeah, we had the greatest times Now that those things are in the past We might as well as leave it behind Many times you crossed the line Everytime I have extended it You had to test my elasticity Now, I snap back; it hurts, doesn't it? Accept the end of our feuding ways Feel the coldness chill your heart Whisper those words of harmony I told Hum the tunes we used to sing together Have you ever seen me sleep at night My frustrated face seems calmer now Now I have all this time in my hands I will not waste it like I did with you Yeah, we had our days, didn't we dear? Yeah, we had the greatest times Now that those things are in the past We might as well leave it all behind Maybe I will crawl through the window Of your mind to see you one last time I will leave you a few words while you sleep It will be important words that you will not hear As time progresses, I will find a moment To open that book I call my memories And take a look before I throw in in the fire And I will see all those miseries disappear Should I knock on your door when I pass your house The next time I am ever near? Will I bring myself up to it again Do I even have enough nerves, my dear? Yeah, we had our days, didn't we dear? Yeah, we had the greatest times Now that those things are in the past We might as well leave it all behind Now that the book is in the fire I can still remember the things you said I guess I saved myself my favourite pages And they are locked in a box with no key I will softly sing those dying tunes As my heart hides away to weep I will hold in all the pain Hoping it disappears when I sleep. -SG- 1996