| So here you live
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| Trapped inside the days
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| Your pen moving across the page
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| Back to where?
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| It has begun
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| Uncoiled
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| Unspun
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| What you were what you will become
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| The days setting with the sun
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| Wake up it’s time to go
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| The taste of tears still in your throat
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| Silence from your songs
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| Reminds us — when you are gone
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| We can’t hate the river for flowing
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| Can’t blame the wild wind blowin'
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| Can’t slow the time from running
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| We can’t stop what’s coming
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| The bonfire is burning
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| The birds returning
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| An owl by night
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| A mourning crow
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| Inside a shadow that grows
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| A darkness in the darkness
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| A stranger on the shore
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| Outside of your windo
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| Knockin' on your door
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| When there is rain it pours
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| ' Till there is no pain no more
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| Wake up it’s time to go
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| The taste of tears still in your throat
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| Silence from your songs
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| Reminds us when you are gone
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| We can’t hate the river for
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| flowing
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| Cant blame the wild wind blowin'
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| Cant slow time from running
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| We can’t stop what’s coming
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| Wake up it’s time to go
|
| The taste of tears still in your throat
|
| Silence from your songs
|
| Reminds us when you are gone
|
| We can’t hate the river for
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| flowing
|
| Can’t blame the wild wind blowin'
|
| Can’t slow time from running
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| We can’t stop what’s coming |