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[ti:Homesick] |
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[ar:Sleeping at last] |
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[al:Yearbook] |
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You spend your whole life just to remember the sound |
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When the world was brighter, before we learned to dim it down |
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Call it survival, call it the freedom of will |
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Where breath is our own, our compass needle standing still |
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Our resignation only comes on beaten paths |
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When the world was flat, we dreamt of it ages |
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If love's elastic, then were we born to test its reach? |
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Is it buried treasure or just a single puzzle piece? |
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It's poison ivy beneath our brave and trusting feet |
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All revelations come to us in recovery |
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Cry wolf, cry mercy, cry the name of the one you were raised to believe |
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Cry heart, cry yourself to sleep, cry a storm of tears if it helps you breathe |
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If it helps you, if it helps you breathe |
