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Nothing counts, could be a lie,
we live in memories till we die,
remember nothing, start once more,
and paint yourself an exit door.
Don't fly but let it make you cry,
the river underneath will dry,
don't ask yourself, what was it for,
get closer to the exit door.
When others teach you 'bout the pain,
they talk, it patters like the rain,
and seeps through every single pore,
just leave it for the exit door.