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There's a gold shadow seeping through the door |
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There's a cold sparrow lying still upon the floor |
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Dead and true as lipstick |
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Slow as the speed of skin |
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There's a gold, gold shadow growing from within |
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There's a bent willow in the moonlight painted blue |
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There's a spent window silhouetting you |
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Deep and true as whiskey |
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Soft and sure as lies |
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There's a bent, bent willow reflecting in your eyes |
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But now there's a girl out in a boat |
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Her arms are outstretched and she's barely afloat |
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There's a man on the shore, a rope in his hands |
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It's tied to the boat, and he's pulling as hard as he can |
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Not to bring her to him,but to pull the whole shore |
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and the whole world with it to her open door |
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All his voices are her |
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All his voices are her |
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All his voices are her |
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All his voices are her |
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Has he been here before? |
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Nobody's sure |
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There's a silver distance, a luminescent glimpse |
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There's a river of resistance, dried to cracks upon your lips |
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Brittle as believing |
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Sticky as betrayal |
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There's a silver distance opening up like a trail |
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There was a time before all the leaves |
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covered the beauty of Adam & Eve |
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And they were blind, and they were free |
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To be whatever they wanted to be |
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But now they are just a prayer in a song |
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And he is so sorry for all that went wrong |
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All his voices are her |
| [03:47.95] |
All his voices are her |
| [03:50.70] |
All his voices are her |
| [03:53.34] |
All his voices are her |
| [03:58.10] |
Has he been here before? |
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Has he been here before? |
