| I’m clinging to the fabric of a life that’s lost
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| The large, unnecessary cost of death
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| But underneath the shades of lonely I can mend
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| But I can’t bring you back and forth
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| The steady sway of agony and irony
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| Like ebony and ivory gone wrong
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| But this piano doesn’t play a thing at all
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| But sad, sad songs
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| The ebb and flow
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| The smaller things
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| The flight of the crow
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| Is life and death still all that we know
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| We all come and we all fade away
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| Nightmares and dreams
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| The call of the fray
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| This night will soon be turned to day.
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| A ring just fell from someone’s cold and dying grip
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| The memories they start to slip so soon
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| But someone’s just been born into a brand new life
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| Turn it over
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| The shackles that hold us down
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| Aren’t really there there staked to the ground
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| Shake them off, and watch them disappear
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| We’ll listen to this elegy and feel not sad
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| It’s a new beginning
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| A new beginning
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| The ebb and flow
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| The smaller things
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| The flight of the crow
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| Is life and death still all that we know
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| We all come and we all fade away
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| Nightmares and dreams
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| The call of the fray
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| This night will soon be turned to day.
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| We all come and we all fade away
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| Nightmares and dreams
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| The call of the fray
|
| This night will soon be turned to day.
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| Ebb and flow
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| Is life and death still all that we know?
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| Ebb and flow
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| Is life and death still all that we know?
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| Ebb and flow
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| Is life and death still all that we know?
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| Ebb and flow
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| Is life and death still all that we know?
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| Ebb and flow
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| Is life and death still all that we know? |