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Scattered images, shattered illusions Next to me, that girl is crying Someone somewhere is crying What am I thinking here I can hear the sounds of rubbing together Stretching out to yesterday Stretching out to yesterday Crimson, Ah, let's go home Images of the world ending, images of facing tomorrow And the song you sang I wonder why I can't remember "It's okay to be idealistic, or reckless"
How good, because our thoughts are looming in the opposite direction Let's write down our thoughts on the opposite side