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We are the nothing waiting in bad dreams |
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We are the first cracks in the ice |
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We are the hour hand, forever love's bitch and |
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We are the tears in those who have come before |
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And you whisper, and you whisper this could be the end |
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The soft escape of closing eyelids |
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The haunt of long nights still to come |
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First blinding light then only darkness |
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The cracks in pavement spell your name |
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Electric whir of closing sirens |
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Each word hangs rigid in the air |
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First scattered mass then constellation |
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We held your hand as you learned |
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You learned, you learned |
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Ba-ba-ba-ba-da-da |
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Ba-ba-ba-ba-da-da |
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Ba-ba-ba-ba-da-da |
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Ba-ba-ba-ba-da-da... |
