What's gone is gone And gone goes on It stays the same And remains so
strong. It always falls but it never
breaks Like I'm running in a never ending maze.
I go beyond my thoughts.
Did you ever get lost?
These echoes in your attic, Are calling me back.
These echoes in your attic, Are making me crack.
When you need the push But you feel the
pull You start to rush And break your rule. Hang on tight And grab
your seat, As you watch it crumble Beneath your feet.
These Echoes in
your attic, Are calling me back.
These
echoes in your attic, Are making me crack.
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