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Deep it must have been |
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The thorn that spread a veil of constancy |
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Times in stalemate, times of certitude |
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Again and again this wound |
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It's these moments |
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When the comfort of the bygone |
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And the light of long gone days |
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Enchant me with their hollow songs |
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And grasp for me with their stone-cold hands. |
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A new morning |
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Another past coming along struggling on way too close, way too far today |
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I do remember the bitter tears of fall we shed on a day like this |
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And both we know that you knew pain would grow through you |
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But we pretended soils would flourish from the time we turn our backs. |
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Saw your eyes in amber leaves |
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Heard your weeping in repose |
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Drank your tears with the water followed your footmarks in the moss. |
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It's these moments |
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When the comfort of the bygone |
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And the light of long gone days |
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Enchant me with their hollow songs befool me with a sham appeal |
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And both we know that you knew pain would grow through you |
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But we pretended soils would flourish from the time we turn our backs. |
