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There is a way subtle changes come to stay |
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Barely noticed and hardly known |
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One day you'll say, "My situation's locked away" |
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But by tomorrow, you're all alone |
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It seems so sudden but it's not, it's only grown |
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From a seed that long ago was left forgotten in the snow |
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And has a way with slow surprises on its own |
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It's hard to show but like a boulder rolling slow |
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Or a rumble deep in the ground |
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Things whisper low and by the time I really know |
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What's been moving, they've settled down |
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Too late to see they're shifting 'round |
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Too late to say, "There's bound to be another way" |
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It's all been said and done without a sound |
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This comes to me, now that I begin to see |
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It's not dramatic, it's nothing grand |
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I used to be half the whole of you and me |
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Now I'm the limit of half a man |
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Seems so simple, nothing much to understand |
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You walked out and closed the door |
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Said, "I don't live here anymore" |
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Now nothing's hanging heavy in my hands |
