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Noises |
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Water |
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The river runs into the dawn |
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Discarded bones |
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Reappear |
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As time to love and time to hate |
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Rush in my ears |
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Where the elements descend |
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Chance does not make change |
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So all your worries where fake |
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And I know just how you feel |
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All this indifference |
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In the world you made for her |
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Lives on |
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And now |
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Words are slow |
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The river runs the river knows |
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So now it wants |
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To get back to you |
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Dull is the sum of misery |
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They say give us flowers |
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So we roll in the mud |
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Every day that I burned |
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How to do and not be done |
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With the taste of ashes in a fire |
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And I know just how you feel |
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The indifference |
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Every time you look away |
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Mad and dead as nails |
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I never even stopped |
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And so it stopped for me |
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The touch of its hand is memory |
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A kiss to lead the blind |
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In water I hear slamming of doors |
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St. Christopher beneath the rocks |
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An empty dream of summer fields of daisies |
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Perfect endings |
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Stingless and sane |
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I want it now |
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All good is hard |
