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This is what |
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I know,The canopy loss of our home |
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Is a far cry, while |
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I'm away.Tethered to finding a rope, |
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We walk in precarious ways. |
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And go alone at night |
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To Misery's bed. |
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In Misery's bed, we stay. |
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So far away--------------- |
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Here in the tremble and pulse, |
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With the rush and the weight of the world. |
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I am a cannibal, known, |
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Begging the lashes to break. |
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You find me awake in a dream, |
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A scream in the dark, so it seems. |
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Or is that just how it leaves? |
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The shadow |
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I cast now the breeze. |
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So far away-------------- |
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So this is how it goes, |
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With the loss of our canopy home. |
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That falls with the leaves from the trees, |
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As we pass. |
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And I wasn't there in the last, |
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But I was surely there from the first. |
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Here, in my chest where you burst, |
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I keep the crush |
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And the weight of the world. |
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So far away |