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Leave our things |
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Leave them wrapped in dust |
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Protect our things |
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Wrapped in a film of us |
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Touch them sometimes |
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To remind them whose they are |
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And let the layers build up |
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Dirt is falling in the dark |
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Commit them to bags |
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And filthy frames |
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As your air blows past them |
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Sometimes whisper their names |
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Touch them sometimes |
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To remind them whose they are |
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And let the layers build up |
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Dirt is falling in the dark |
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I fell out of pace |
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I favoured newness over you |
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But I still like to think |
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That our things are always true |
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Touch them sometimes |
| [02:20.76] |
To remind them whose they are |
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And let the layers build up |
| [02:29.21] |
Dirt is falling in the dark |
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This is just a hiccup |
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In a bigger sealed plan |
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I sit here I sway |
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To preserve what I can |