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One day the spark will run me |
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I found balance inside my mother's hands |
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Head on the couch and holding a weight heavy |
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A dove of St. Helens' ash |
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Poise and the queen homecoming |
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loved like each story that ends |
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with \"there, there don't feel down\" |
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But I'll never forget what's made me |
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I want every memory, let them come |
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But somewhere back on the way I got busy |
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and mislabeled our hours as limitless dust in the distance |
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I formally wanted to say |
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how I've missed you lately |
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No, I can't figure it out |
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if only now |
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It has to work |
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I can make it right; I can recreate all that it was |
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Oh, it has to work |
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It'll last for life; a delicate commanding cause |
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Oh, it has to work |
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with arms aligned stay the sun, hold up the sky |
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Oh, it has to work |
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Oh, it'll have to work or into a thousand fragments burst, burst, burst |
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Soft light, your eyes are heavy |
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Close them tight |
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It's paradise |
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The dream then it can come easy |
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It's all you need |