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Beyond the back row off the beat and path step into a field of dying blades of grass so thick |
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I have to use my hands and slowly sinking in quicksand |
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I'll pull away till |
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I can see again |
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Staring down with a kiss from the sky unsure what feeds the flame |
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I know a secret way unclear the reason why |
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I'll go in hopes to find between the field now and the river bed inching closer to the waters edge 3 rocks separate the flow each stride |
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I chip away the stone every breath |
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I pray a miracle raining down like a kiss from the sky unsure what feeds the flame |
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I know a secret way unclear the reason why |
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I'll go in hopes to find setting foot on solid ground again at the hillside's steepest climb nearing the top |
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I seem among the clouds staring down like a kiss from the sky unsure what feeds the flame |
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I know a secret way unclear the reason why |
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I'll go in hopes to find |
