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There's a man far from here who made sure to stay well clear of taking hold or letting go, always choosing not to know |
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But then his bridges burned |
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Sometimes still he stops and turns, listening to open skies for broken words and severed ties |
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And I believe that wordless call he hears sometimes could reach us all |
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I stayed for so long where dream and day collide |
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Now I'm on fire |
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There's a girl, one I know, who wrapped up her heart in snow |
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Much too proud and much too vain, she thought she could hide her pain in that clean and crispy chill |
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To this day, she feels it still |
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Once frozen to the core, she's not who she was before |
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And I believe that chilling cold she feels sometimes could touch us all |
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I stayed for so long where dream and day collide |
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Now I'm on fire |
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Let it freeze, let it burn |
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Someday soon it is your turn to fall down as others fell |
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As they wept, you will as well |
