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This Imperfect Fiction
Lyrics & Vocals: Chris Winters
Music: Rich Huston, Chris Winters
Praying the night won’t be long
Delaying an uncertain dawn
Saying that you’re moving on
Why did you?
Lying alone on the bed
Flying with wings made of lead
Trying to get out of my head
Dreams of you
(Chorus)
Now I can’t remember
How it really played out
I try to dismember
All the pieces as I fade out
Messages are mixing
In this violent cauldron
Can’t tell what’s fiction
When my memory gets called on
This imperfect fiction
Did you really say all those things
Were you really pulling the strings
Can you forget how it stings in your heart
I bid you, don’t open that door
Sure, you can’t take any more, but
Damn, you took a hold and you tore me apart
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