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The Tallest Man On Earth - On Every Page |
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When you just tell them what I cannot say |
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When you just shine upon the ghosts along my way |
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I drop the game of throwing knives alone |
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There must be marks on every tree |
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From the past to our home |
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Only the mayfly used to tell me so |
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Now here is August, drop your weight, just let go |
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Now midnight sun takes turns with northern lights |
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Will I ever have to feel what those blades were about? |
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And in that sound of sighing, that empty howl |
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And all the everloving bends in the line of your tries |
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Some ends forgotten and some others believed |
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Whatever happened to the boy is now a tale for the seas |
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When you know you're already young |
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Like the grass wither to become |
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Again and free, |
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It's all we'll ever be |
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I don't remember where I learned to dive |
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But I am humble for the rocks when I try |
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And somehow I am lowered onto the waves |
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And now with you I feel the sun and the salt on my face |
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And in that sound of sighing, that empty howl |
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And all the everloving bends in the line of your tries |
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Some ends forgotten and some others believed |
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Whatever happened to the boy is now a tale for the seas |
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When you know you're already young |
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Like the grass wither to become |
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Again and free, |
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It's all we'll ever be |
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The tired motion of the rusty bell |
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Just humming, visitor I quit, go to hell |
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I've been the tower but now walk along |
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There must be marks on every page |
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From the past to these songs. |
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. |
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And in that sound of sighing, that empty howl |
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And all the everloving bends in the line of your tries |
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Some ends forgotten and some others believed |
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Whatever happened to the boy is now a tale for the seas |
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When you know you're already young |
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Like the grass wither to become |
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Again and free, |
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It's all we'll ever be |