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What begins to be a devil, when it ends up as a God? |
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So I'm looking for a worthy and a humble way to fall. |
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And it's not the kind of thing that changes all you've ever known. |
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It's what it does to the little wave blackening the storm. |
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It's a low and hard-to-hear voice saying "Everything's alright." |
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Like the faint and yellow glowing of my favourite dying light. |
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God, help me to forget the mouse carcass (?) in his drawer. |
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Please, I love him still, but I don't wanna love him anymore. |
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All the shapes my hands assume |
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While always being two hands. |
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Now I can hold you down. |
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Now I can hold you down. |
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Now I can hold you down. |
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Now I can hold you down. |
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In the morning your alarm was going off a lot of times. |
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And it's ringing in the new year, going underneath my eyes. |
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I'm unknown but I'm not lonely when I'm only just alone. |
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When I've never known how many threads a single sheet can hold. |
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I'll do the best that I can, |
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knowing I might fall short. |
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Now I begin to rouse. |
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Now I begin to rouse. |
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Now I begin to rouse. |
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Now I begin to rouse. |
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And I don't expect a miracle that lightens everything. |
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Just a little bit of carefulness and now you've got to leave. |
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A finger picking bits of lint from the outside of my coat. |
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The hands who tuck the label back inside the collar of my shirt. |
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I like the shapes that we made |
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lying an-hour-and-a-half in the the snow. |
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I like the brief way the rain, |
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ruins all traces of having been there. |
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Now I can move on. |
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Now I can move on. |
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Now I can move on. |
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Now I can move on. |
