where troubles melt like lemon drops.

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The space between the tears we cry
Is the laughter that keeps us coming back for more
The space between the wicked lies we tell
And hope to keep us safe from the pain.

The space between the bullets in our firefight
Is where I'll be hiding, waiting for you.

There's no longer going to be writing in this journal.
Don't bother looking.