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My path is a wide ribbon |
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Each bow cuts a circle into it |
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Its clearance you're not given |
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Given 'til you're through with it |
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My path is a wide ribbon |
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It's mapped out but it's all even |
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And this power is self given |
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And it's clear and it's bright and it's thick |
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And it's without |
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Without edges |
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When will everything be quiet? |
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When will everything be quiet? |
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When will our fucking hearts cease to riot? |
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When will everything be quiet again? |
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Each bow cuts a circle into it |
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?the inside sometimes full of ??? |
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And it's easy for people to read things into these |
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Shattered wings, but who knows |
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Who knows really? |
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When everything will be quiet? |
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When everything will be quiet? |
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When our fucking hearts will cease to riot? |
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When everything will be quiet again? |
