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Why do they call her wren? she changed her name to fit the way that she was feeling then |
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Then wren, she spilled some wine, forgot the names they used to call her in those other times |
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Truly, underneath the stars there are a million ways to be the way you are . . all of them dying |
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Underneath the rays there'll be a million ways to live the days ahead . . why are we crying? |
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If i knock . . what will i say? i know you've been in your home & i've been far away |
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When i knock . . who will i be? i know you're a different you & i've forgotten me |
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Truly, underneath the stars there are a million ways to be the way you are . . all of them dying |
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Underneath their rays there'll be a million ways to live the days ahead . . why are we crying? |
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Why not change our names? some things we won't recognize . . some will remain the same |
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Some people roll a stone . . find out they were never really even in their home |
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Underneath the stars there are a million ways to be the way you are . . all of them dying |
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Underneath the rays there'll be a million ways to live the days ahead . . why are we crying? |
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There were words . . on my skin . . you touched them & they woke again . . now they're on the wind . . |
