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A bridge splits |
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November's sky |
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I'm in two halves inside |
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This is the past right here |
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I choose to leave it here |
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The cliffs loom to scrape you thin |
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The bowl churns to over spill |
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But I can see us here |
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Without this fear |
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I want to find those books |
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Search your face, torment us |
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You're just a shower to someone dry |
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A shower to the wilted and the dried' |
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Cause we all leave courage's side |
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But I'll always be courage's child |
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The past I'll clear |
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I choose to leave it here |
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You say have your time again |
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But you can't and the warning starts now |
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What's in the frame? |
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It makes you sad but you can't fill the gaps |
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We're four rings on a chain |
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So don't make them rust |
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I'll be your maps, |
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I'll be your eyes |
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I'll give the ending a nudge |
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And I don't want to see you like this |
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I don't want to see you like this |
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And I don't want to see you like this |
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I don't want to see you like this |
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Alive now in the middle not looking from outside |
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Wishing that it was a screen fight |
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Settled with all of a hero's flair |
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Put aside, find a new character |
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I don't want to, don't want to |
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Don't want to see you like this |
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And I don't want to see you like this |
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I don't want to see you like this |
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A bridge splits |
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November's sky |
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I'm in two halves inside |
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This is the past right here |
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I choose to leave it here |
