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And it's the river end |
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To watch the swallowed sun |
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And the skin stays hard |
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But our sources are gone |
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And we are that day |
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That we spend in heat |
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And the words are safe |
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It's not my sweet feel |
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And I loved you |
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When, when you were cast in gold |
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And you may have like it far from here |
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And I will never know |
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And it's not lost |
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No, it's not lost |
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How I feel |
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No, it's not |
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It's not lost I fear |
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No, no, no |
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I don't believe you expire |
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Expired |
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I've seen many deaths |
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With you |
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While |
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We sing a song |
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To the shape of a thorn |
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We burrow boles in this skin |
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And the boles |
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And there's reason |
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There's reason in remain |
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And we're not trying |
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If we don't escape |
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There's not the ocean |
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The ocean and the ash |
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One's a keeper |
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And one's a catch |
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And the moon captured |
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All the river's game |
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It keeps her warm |
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Keeps it cool all day |
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And there's reason |
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There's reason in remain |
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Yeah, there's reason |
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There's reason to me |
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Yeah |
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I don't believe it expires |
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Expire |
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I've seen many deaths |
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With you |
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While |
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We sing a slow song |
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To the shape of the thorn |
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We burrow boles in the skin |
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And the boles |
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All this dreaming |
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That I can't retell |
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And all the kids |
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I used to know so well |
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Was sleeping hard |
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He's got it |
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A single door |
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And the locks and rings |
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It's all been stronger |