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I never leave the mirror |
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Until I see my father |
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I walk like the old man |
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One step slowly then the other |
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I sit quietly by the window |
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And watch them all move quickly by |
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There's a song caught between my teeth |
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I'm sucking on a lullaby |
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I know what I know |
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It only comes with time |
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When your blood begins to feel |
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The Pull of Sunset's tide |
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When the winter can't stop the bloom |
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And the end is long delayed |
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I will show you that small room |
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White sheets, white light |
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Flowers on the wall |
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Oh my bones |
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I recall my younger days |
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Of ignorance and days of pride |
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But the mask can grow into the skin |
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Until one day you just die |
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Now I'm invisible |
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Like a blackbirds shadow |
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My face is yours reflected in |
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You rippled shallow waters |
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What we are is more precious |
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When seen trough eyes |
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Fed by blood that feels the pull |
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Of sunset's tide |
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When the winter can't stop the bloom |
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And the end is long delayed |
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I will show you that small room |
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White sheets, white light |
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Flowers on the wall |
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Oh my bones |
