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Gone Sunken eyes withered and tired |
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On the outside same as before |
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Red eyes consoled there's a map of the shore |
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Everything but you was facing north |
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Why don't you come around |
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The king wears a severed crown |
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Your horizon |
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The timing it wasn't right |
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I'm such a sorry sight |
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What goes around comes around |
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Ten miles of forest on each side |
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Shadows in patterns that tricks the light |
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You're facing north, but opposite me |
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It's a sight no one gets to see |
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We could cover up right, wait for the rain |
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Wait for it all to come back again |
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But you're making me nervous, making me nervous |
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So come and lie down in the silence |
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Why don't you come around |
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The king wears a severed crown |
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Your horizon |
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The timing it wasn't right |
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I'm such a sorry sight |
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On the ground, I was watching your light |
