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No tomorrows |
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Left in shadow |
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I like the discipline to |
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Face the waves and |
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Drown inside of them |
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My nature is to spin like a |
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Grain of sand whenever a tide comes in |
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The certainties have shifted |
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Words deleted incompleted |
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The hissing drift of wintering |
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Scalded scar of his words leaves a stain |
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No tomorrows |
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Left in shadow |
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Like beggars we would meet again |
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In the months to come and the years |
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Exchanging consciousness |
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Exchanging reason and tears |
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Released from all the pain |
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Only a bittersweet saver remains |
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And the par??? have to glow |
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A trace of that state of floating is |
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No tomorrows, left in shadow |
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X6 |
