Just a boy on a street corner as the evening fades

Empty book under his elbow so familiar it's strange

Just these tired fingers hell bent on letting go

So high from the singing as I make my way home

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It's the story of the story

It's the still place behind my words

It's the look on his face that makes me think he heard

All these vanishing points I've learned

They said it'd be easy to find

Simple as a dot and two lines

If I held my straight edge I'd be fine

Failed to mention limits of the naked eye

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Moving through this dark country

Thinking how would I know?

If the one that disappeared

Could've been standing so close?

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