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Balancing on one wounded wing |
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Circling the edge of the never ending |
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The best of the vanished marvels |
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Have gathered inside your door |
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More than begin but less than forget |
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But spirits born from the not happened yet |
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Gathering there to pay off a debt |
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Brought back from the wars |
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We thought, we lost you |
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We thought, we lost you |
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We thought, we lost you |
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Welcome back |
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Sleeping for years, pick through what is left |
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Through the pieces that fell and rose from the depth |
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From the rainwater well deep as a secret nobody knows |
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Less than forget but more than begun |
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These adventures in solitude never done |
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To the names of our wounds |
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We send the same blood back from the wars |
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We thought, we lost you |
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We thought, we lost you |
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We thought, we lost you |
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It will all come back |
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I know you want to run far away |
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From one more and that it's comin' at a bad time |
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Some cold place heartless ways for all we know |
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I know you need to breathe through |
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Come back, come too but it's comin' at a bad time |
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Tangled day for all we know |
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I know you want to run far away from one more |
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And that's comin' at a bad time |
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Some cold race heartless ways for all we know |
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I know you want to breathe through |
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Come back, come too but it's comin' at a bad time |
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Old scarred face survivor's guilt, for all we know |
