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Looking at you |
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I see her face |
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Through all these years, just waiting |
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It all catches up to you when you slow down |
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I'm back in that yard, tasting that shame |
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Of pushing her down, |
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Of kids and her games ...their strongholds |
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We had a bigger world - we had a better view |
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I guess I never fully realized then |
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What she lost when |
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I cut that loss |
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So she filled the void with unearthly friends |
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Voices of hers - greater... than us |
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We had a bigger world - we had a better view |
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I wish she'd never told us about her voices |
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We were strong, we were much too strong |
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Never forgive - never forget |
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We picked and pierced, we ripped and we tore |
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We hit and we scratched to make in her a hole |
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Glares and eyes - whispers and notes |
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Attached to her every pose |
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We fed her shouts |
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For the collection of her voices |
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I was too weak to collect |
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But so, it turned out, was she |
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Both paid in soul for the cutting of that loss |
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Their ugly truth |
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Outnumbered by far her beautiful dream |
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And I closed my eyes |
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Were her eyes in yours already when we met? |
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Am I still paying debts to recover |
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Life? Now |
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I can see she proved to be right |
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As she was called down |
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It's sad though... ...that |
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I turned out to be one of her voices. |
