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I've known mornings white as diamonds |
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Silent from a night so cold |
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Such a stillness, calm as the owl glides |
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Our lives are buried in snow, oh, oh |
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I was sifting through the piles |
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In my hand a tangled thread |
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Each patient tug upon the snarl |
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Is a glimpse of what has been, oh, oh |
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Burdened bands gain strong hands |
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Gaping holes where diamonds should be |
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Must have been the morning that stole them |
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A glint of white in the pocket of winter, oh, oh |
| [02:05.00] |
And some hearts are ghosts settling down in dark waters |
| [02:11.20] |
Just as silt grows heavy and drowns with the stones |
| [02:16.66] |
Some hearts are ghosts settling down in dark waters |
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Just as silt grows heavy and drowns with the stones, oh, oh |
| [02:53.55] |
I've known mornings white as diamonds |
| [03:00.36] |
Silent from a night so cold |
| [03:05.30] |
Such a stillness, calm as the owl glides |
| [03:12.85] |
Our lives are buried in snow |
| [03:18.31] |
Our lives are buried in snow |
