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The beginning of an end, always ends with a start
But the only way to mend will begin with the heart
Only one way I can relieve that stress
I'll burn my address in less than an hour

The trigger, a sentence so hard to read
But my vision needs a fix so I'm ready to see
And I quicken the prose I chose to describe
The beat of a heart that belonged to our lives

(We cannot wait but we do not mind
Everything's set and we're leaving tonight
Avoiding the plot, we run to survive
For fun we escape through another disguise)

As the "we" becomes "I" the merge is so slight
That I blink while I manually change my mind
As our vision runs empty, the words fall apart
The beginning of an end always ends with the start
(And we choose to ignore the call of our hearts)

Another aspect that I can't see
Another version of me between all the lines you read
Hidden carefully beneath the beat
There lies defeat, delicately discreet
Only one way I can relieve that stress
I'll burn my address in less than an hour
Hidden carefully beneath the beat
There lies defeat, delicately discreet