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A long walk home, riddled with regret |
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Uncommonly comfortable, but still |
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I believe |
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That in time |
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I think I'll see just what's been weighing down on me |
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An unearthy void collapsed, exposing what was trapped |
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To release this serendipitous discern |
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The smell of smoke, the evening sky was proof |
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Belated conversation saturate anticipation for the answers that simply won't come |
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But not I, |
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I won't ask |
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Forget my place amongst the grass |
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The leaves and the trees remember me |
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ANd in my naivety it might be seen the pale has leaks and even if you put all your water into it you end up with nothing left to drink |
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The well has gone dry and |
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I with it |
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Oh, someday she'll be gone (x4) (We'll still have a song to sing) |
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Sing softly, bring me to the lake |
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Sing softly, sing me to the lake |