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So things are not the same |
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Cut all loss and walk away |
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What was said is done so independence comes and there is none the like |
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No more lonely souls under changing leaves and no more weary wrecks |
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Seeking harmony while waiting for their rest |
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So choice is always free granted nothing is but sure |
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Death won't set us free |
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Nor will misery when we fear those worlds |
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We fear that we'll erode quickly with no control |
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I won't lay sick and sorely with my soul uneasy |
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The ground beneath me is hollow, breaking up and cracking to swallow me whole |
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When we get cut it's so good to know that sweet disasters are just as precious |
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We fall down to kiss the ground and live to love and lose |
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All is well if all fails |
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At least we'll know the truth |