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A.F.I. - The Great Disappointment.
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I can remember, a place I used to go.
Chrysanthemums of white
They seemed so beautiful.
I can remember, I searched for the amaranth.
I'd shut my eyes, to see.
Oh how I smiled then, so near the cherished ones.
I knew they would appear, saw not a single one.
Oh how I smiled then, waiting so patiently.
I'd make a wish and bleed.
While I waited, I was wasting away
While I waited, I was wasting away
I can remember...dreamt them so vividly
Soft creatures draped in white, light kisses gracing me
I can remember when I first realized dreams were the only place to see them.
While I waited, I was wasting away
While I waited, I was wasting away
While I waited, I was wasting away
Hope was wasting away.
Faith was wasting away.
I was wasting away.
I never, never wanted this.
I always wanted to believe.
Never never wanted this.
I could not help because.
Never Never wanted this.
From the start I'd been deceived.
Never never wanted this.
I could not help because.
I never, never wanted this.
I always wanted to believe.
Never never wanted this.
Never Never wanted this.
From the start I'd been deceived.
Never never wanted this.
Inside a crumbling effigy
(But you promised)
So dies all innocence
(But you promised me)
While I waited, I was wasting away
While I waited, I was wasting away
While I waited, I was wasting away
Hope was wasting away.
Faith was wasting away.
I was wasting away.
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