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Wasted Time

lost or stolen truth in time
sits upon the hill
battered and frail thoughts
are falling on mine own
mine own house
is where I find them there
of the conscious clear
and told of far away
we have a place
where we can save them
the thoughts take me by
the dust keeps falling down
the wind takes their
sent away
look in front
but never far behind
their faces shy away
they will take you there
you'll see them waiting
a breath upon your neck
the skin of our lives
waiting to find the one day
find the one place
know the meaning
of their wasted time
we are still wasting time
the nothing of the day
I waited so long
waited there
but nothing
nothing, noone, nothing
will take away the wasted time
we wasted time