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above a frozen plain a dirty cloud is rearing up |
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and we wolves can only watch |
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of all these falling lights the brightest ones are scarring up |
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and scars you cannot change |
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all of us still standing must learn to leap up without landing |
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and quicken on the wind |
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when they're calling |
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lets not follow |
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then you'll see us |
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turning away |
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when they're calling |
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lets not follow |
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then you'll see us |
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turning away |
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can't hold up this world alone, can't tear down this world alone |
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never find a fucking home this my skin is what I own |
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broken glass and broken legs have no cup |
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with which to beg no shelter from the caustic rain sidewalk sleepers gutter lain |
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and what matters now is not myself its something else |
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its to hold the candle still |
