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Feral children in the pouring rain |
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For every constellation she might navigate again |
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Each and ever line she might wear in time |
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Baptized by the rain and the euphoria of pain |
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Could kiss or punch, sober or drunk |
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Lifted way high or taken down deep |
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Into blue space where the rules change |
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Feral children know how to survive |
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Feral children can fight for their lives |
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Feral children hear what no one knows |
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There's no words for the infinity of ghosts |
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The infinity of ghosts |
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Hold on, hold on |
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Holding back the sea seems unlikely |
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She'll tell you |
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I can forgive you |
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But I can't forget you |
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And you won't forget me |
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Hold on, hold on |
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Holding back the fire seems to flame desire |
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Try parting the water crossing the sea |
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She'll tell you |
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I can forgive you |
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But I can't forget you |
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And you won't forget me |
