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One by one the days fall beside us |
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Like yellow leaves |
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We have no conscience |
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Oh, what we're becoming... |
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Month by month the rings on our tree trunks |
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Like old wise eyes |
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Grow wider |
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And winter lends them a dead disguise |
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Now time, like an ocean, knows tide, like a notion |
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To toss about the house and lose inside the couch |
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Piles of our thoughts run miles in the dark |
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Just trying to get home |
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Age by age |
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We rime with our seasons' rehearsed routines |
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Still turning and returning |
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Now I'm wide as the ocean |
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Now I bleed roses |
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You are just a mark on the map of my past |
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I am a road |
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I wind along alone |
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All day until the coast |