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Lift my head up from the foreign ground I lay upon |
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Waking in the dark end of the longest day |
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Cold and broken |
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Still, I haven't slept as well as this in days |
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Walking on these feet for what now feels like centuries |
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The city streets still sing into my inner ear |
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Burnt out |
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Scared and bruised, but I just made it through |
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Onto |
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Blurry thoughts of times in buildings I have left behind |
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Disappear like mist under the morning sun |
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Nature takes me there |
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Back to all the childhood stories that you told when |
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We still had a home |
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Home |
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Home |
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Home |
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Dare I go right off the precipice |
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Following the footsteps of no one else |
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Found myself between routine and heartache |
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Knowing it/you was not a life to lead |
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Dare I go right off the precipice |
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Following the footsteps of no one else |
| [03:41.067] |
Found myself between routine and heartache |
| [03:45.392] |
Knowing it/you was not a life to lead |
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Cold and all alone |
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Still, I feel more at home |
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Sleeping rough under this tree |
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Than back in district three |
