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As I tear away

at this photograph of my past,

I thought,

"how long does perfection last?"

Some day, it all fades away.

Then where will it go?

Just where will it go?



So I cling to the phone,

Ignoring the call from home.

I pack up my heart,

And fold up my soul.

Wondering where will I go?

Just where will I go?



I watch the burning end,

Of this midnight cigarette.

Hoping it'll solve my puzzling tears,

Hoping it'll erase all my hopeless years.

But where will they go?

Just where will the go?



So I cling to the phone,

Ignoring the call from home.

I pack up my heart,

And fold up my soul.

Wondering where will I go?

Just where will I go?



I dream, I laugh, I love, I cry

I sing, I dance, I scream, I die.



I cling to the phone,

Ignoring the call from home

I pack up my heart,

and fold up my soul.

Wondering where will I go?

Just where will I go?



As I tear away,

at this photograph of my past

I wonder, just how long will I last?

So grab my hand,

pull me to your side,

and tell me that tonight,

you won't let me die.