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Fake goodbye

To get some distance

Copper medal to seal the deal with myself

This is far away from heaven

Watercolored with every shade of grey

Oh man

Stories they can tell

Texture made of pain

Threads covered, covered in red

So close

So far away

Behind a mountain range

That shredded, shredded place

In the biggest heat

Of those August days

We softly laid down

Two last Mohicans

The strangest thing

When there’s no turning back

Colours softly change

Front and back

Oh man

Stories they can tell

Texture made of pain

Threads covered, covered in red

So close

So far away

Behind that mountain range

That shredded, shredded place

Oh man

Stories they can tell

Texture made of pain

Threads covered, covered in red

So close

So far away

Behind that mountain range

A shredded, shredded place