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Close up the door of abandoned self-control |
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It's like a show where the maps will all unfold |
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Don't tell me why there is a price of spring |
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Uncover other things |
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The leaves to lie |
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Marked by new growth making circles with a pen |
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Of all unknowns can we wait until the end |
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Don't tell me why there is a price of spring |
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Uncover other things |
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The leaves to lie |
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I'll admit to half that should make your map |
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These words hang frozen and swollen and still |
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Right here I open and close up my will |
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So there's not one thing |
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Til there's not one thing |
