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It's about that time we start unwinding, any hope we wrapped around |
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the distant light in the silent conversation that never blossomed into sound |
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Cause we were hard weather, we were broken hearted, we were always forget-me-nots |
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We were flash bulbs, we were constellations, and we tried to connect the dots |
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But all this and all that and everything in between never did amount to a damn thing |
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I wish we could call this low tide |
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pretend we will come back rising, |
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but darling we're done for good |
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well if you want to know all the time felt like |
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crawling and crawling down the bottom of a well |
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and if you want to know I never could |
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let it go let it go let it go until now |
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but all this and all that and everything in between never did amount to much |
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I wish we could call this low tide |
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preted we'll come back rising |
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but we're landlocked |
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But all this and all that and everything in between never did amount to much |
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I wish we could call this low tide |
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preted we could come back rising, |
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but we're landlocked |
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Nothing nothing nothing left |
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some sand in your shoe, a stone in your chest |
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some sand in your shoe, a song in your mind |
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We ran out of time time time |