| No haven now as I watch it pour from everywhere
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| Just like the storm that has come out of thin air
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| Gentle caresses, just as paper thin
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| Frail and only lack the strength to hold
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| What if could go to sleep for days?
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| Would you count the hours?
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| Or would your restlessness consume
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| Fading memories of me?
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| Fall into open arms that offer their protection
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| Quick to deny that they’re open to deceit
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| Long to believe that support will never cease
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| Bitter and lonely, those they’ve left before
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| What if could go to sleep for days?
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| Would you count the hours?
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| Or would your restlessness consume
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| Fading memories of me?
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| The vibrant heart so quickly growing old
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| The warmest eyes so quickly growing cold
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| Just a glance for they don’t care to see
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| What becomes of me
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| The vibrant heart so quickly growing old
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| The warmest eyes so quickly growing cold
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| Just a glance for they don’t care to see
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| What becomes of me
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| What becomes of me
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| What becomes of me
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| What if could go to sleep for days?
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| Would you count the hours?
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| Or would your restlessness consume
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| What if could go to sleep for days?
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| Would you count the hours?
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| Or would your restlessness consume
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| Fading memories of me? |