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[ti:Aperture] |
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[ar:Sleeping at Last] |
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[al:Yearbook Collection] |
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Happiness is somewhere I have been before |
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A blurry photograph that I have since ignored |
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I'll carefully adjust the aperture once more |
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Until I set the record straight |
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I'll brush aside the dim, make room for the bright |
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I'll be an editor, no, a curator of light |
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I'll let my better angels always set me right |
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Until I even out the score |
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Until I even out the score |
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God, it has been quite a year |
| [01:26.60] |
I've lived a little bit and I've died a little more |
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I know that I've asked it before |
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But please let the scale tip here in my favor |
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What was once the sweetest melody I've heard |
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Is now a memory reduced to little words |
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I'll tune the orchestra and play the overture |
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Until I pinpoint every note |
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Give me the heart of an archeologist |
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That I may dig until I prove that I exist |
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A subterranean cathedral in my midst |
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Where echos come to rest |
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Where echos come to rest |
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Is this where echos come to rest? |
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God, it has been quite a year |
| [02:49.14] |
I've lived a little bit and I've died a little more |
| [02:54.76] |
I know that I've asked it before |
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But please let the scale tip here in my favor |
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Until I set the record straight |
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Until I set the record straight |
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Until I can set the record straight |
