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Our bodies still as photographs |
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Beg the ground to swallow us |
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And press our lonesome silhouettes into the dirt |
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Light reflecting off your face |
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Casting colors on your cheeks |
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I saw you shining, saw you shining |
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Brighter than before |
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Autumn bears a bitter song |
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Creeping out across the yard |
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And weaving through the alder branches overhead |
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Of all that is escaping us |
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I have never been so certain as today |
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When the seasons settle in our lungs |
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They'll harden us, they'll cover us in crows |
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But cannot wash the laughter from our tongues |
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Time is quick to carry on |
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Certain as the morning tends to |
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Hollow us and turn our words to smoke |
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In all that is escaped us |
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And all that we could hold in place |
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I saw you shining |
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Saw you shining |
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Brighter than before |
