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The hidden flaws, |
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The change of plans |
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The work itself that |
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Shaped my hands |
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This faith i've had but |
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Never shown. |
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Words that missed the |
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Lights of day |
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Like written songs that |
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Never play |
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Still living in my |
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Thoughts alone. |
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So here it is |
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This corner of life |
|
Were secrets hide |
|
A place to stay for feelings |
|
Brushed aside |
|
Gathering here |
|
In the cold... |
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...Of my winter... |
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I find i'm loosing sympathy |
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For influences made on me |
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That never help my life to |
|
Flower. |
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The purest things so hard |
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To place |
|
The disappear without |
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A trace |
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Live only in my |
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Finest hour. |
|
So here it is |
|
The corner of life |
|
Were secrets hide |
|
A place to stay for feelings |
|
Pushed aside |
|
Gathering here |
|
In the cold... |
|
...Of my winter... |
|
So here it is |
|
This corner of life |
|
Were secrets hide |
|
A place to stay |
|
For feelings brushed aside |
|
Gathered here. |
