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The wind howls 'cross the ice floes |
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Send the frozen snow skimming |
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A river on a river hardened over |
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It doesn't know the way it's going |
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Is it North or |
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South or Westward? |
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It just glides across the shoreline 'til it's over |
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You came for me in fast forward |
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On a claim for something ordered |
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A way through and past the history that held you |
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I'd tell my own story through you |
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Tell it loud to never lose you |
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A moth caught be the flame |
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It could cannot measure |
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And there we go again, wishing something bolder |
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Trying to push and pull inside this moment |
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Trying to mold this life within our hands |
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This is where the whole world keeps on turning |
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This is where we come undone, undone |
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Will they measure me by branches? |
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Count the rings and take my ashes |
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Mark the ground where |
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I fell and carry on |
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Or will we bite against the silence? |
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Fill our days with noise and violence |
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Not recognize our hearts when we are done |
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There we'll go again wishing something bolder |
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Trying to push and pull inside this moment |
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Trying to mold this life within our hands |
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This is where the whole world keeps on turning |
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This is where we come undone |
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We don't know where it's going |
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Is it North or |
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South or Westward? |
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It just glides across the shoreline 'til it's over |
