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Keep the musical direction but replace the story with your own person, memory or occasion.
Lyrics
Floors creak under midnight neon beams
Stacked high with stories, pages glow and gleam
I wander aisle to aisle, forgetting who Iโve been
My fingerprints on chapters Iโve never seen
Every title whispers secrets through the air
So many versions of me, tangled somewhere
Caught in the shimmer where the stories bide
Drifting in the quiet, let the truth collide
Turn the page and I just lose my place
Wishing every chapter carved an honest face
In this library of lucid echoes
Velvet chairs and dust that sparkles in the night
Narratives collide, refract the silver light
A thousand lifetimes inked with what-if scars
But Iโm searching for beginnings in memoirs
Every title whispers secrets through the air
So many versions of me, tangled somewhere
Caught in the shimmer where the stories bide
Drifting in the quiet, let the truth collide
Turn the page and I just lose my place
Wishing every chapter carved an honest face
In this library of lucid echoes
Flickering candles, the truth escapes the shelf
Iโm a lucid dreamer rewriting myself
Lost and found in every spine and line
Hoping clarity finds me between the lines
Caught in the shimmer where the stories bide
Drifting in the quiet, let the truth collide
Turn the page and I just lose my place
Wishing every chapter carved an honest face
In this library of lucid echoesWhen dawn draws the final line
All thatโs left is my own design
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