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I am a bird afraid of heights, I am afraid of everything |
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And for the first time in my life, I can't be alone |
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Through seasons you learn to weather |
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Small pewter statues as reminders |
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Of who we should have been |
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Cold and stoic we will stand |
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To face our trials and fail |
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Oh the pain of constantly wishing to be someone, anyone else |
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You were lost at sea, but a stones throw away and the shore told me not to remember |
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I've cut my sails |
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I am here, you are here, there is a haunting here |
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What would it take |
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To forget about this |
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Don't ask if you can't accept, narrow or broad, just don't ask |
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I could never accuse you of this fantastic pursuit |
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Through fields and woods |
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We must tread softly |
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My breath, my flesh, my unicorn |
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Always slipping through my fingers |
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I'll accept this chase |
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As the closest this tired body |
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Will ever get to what it is that people get to |
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Take your pictures, take your pictures, plant your seeds |
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But you will never explain a color in words |
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I let happen what would and lost my catch that moment |
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Had to stay out of sight, I've cut my ties |
