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the flashes from the fire |
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on the grasses, on their faces |
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let me know just how i've changed |
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as the sky is rearranging |
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i closed my ears for a second |
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right as the joke, it had stopped |
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at that very moment |
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all the hissing, it had paused |
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we had to keep it going |
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with whatever we had around us |
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cuz the light and warmth was dying |
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on our isolated island |
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he said to keep it straight |
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through the swallowing swirls |
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but the strength of it's will |
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takes us back to the shells |
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the shells |
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shell island! |
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but the rocks provide a brightness |
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that aligns the path that guides us |
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it all seems to have settled |
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and the three of us are now home. |
