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I feel what can only be described |
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As a chill through my every bone |
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A gnawing at my sense of home |
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An iridescent black and blue |
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What you see isn't always what you have |
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And to hold (to have and to hold) |
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Dear is to never let go |
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Yet I still feel. well... |
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Cold comfort to the empty hearted |
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Bound and broken |
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Cold comfort for what was left unspoken |
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Will have me wishing you were here |
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Keep home fires burning |
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Spark a yearning for the confines of home |
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Keep home fires burning |
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Spark a yearning in you to find your way home |
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Carried your brittle bones beyond these walls |
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All colour bled from banner, hung at half-mast |
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Future fire set in stone, ghosts of second past |
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Feed a licking, harrowing flame |
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But you would not be scared away |
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Rising up from underneath |
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Undercurrent of fiery grief |
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I'm cold to the touch |
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Ghostly cold is your touch |
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What you see isn't always what you have |
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And to hold (to have and hold) |
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Dear is to never let go of home |
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Rising up from underneath |
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Undercurrent of fiery grief |
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I'm cold to the touch |
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Ghostly cold is your touch |