| Dancing in the still of winter
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| The May Queen prays for sun
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| Writes upon her dead horse carousel
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| A diary of sorrows
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| And it seems a stranglehold on her yesterday
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| Is slipping away
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| The allure of all that shimmers on
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| Sparks a tinder’s dying flames
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| Her bated breath obscures the view
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| Through windows to a garden
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| Being tended to by sparrows
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| Perched upon the wither
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| Pleading with rain gods
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| To come wash her sins away
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| She thought she’d never make it back again
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| This storm is dying
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| And if you find that songbird in your heart
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| Seems strangely silent
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| The sun of all you’ll ever
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| Means all was never in your hands
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| There’s a tattered man with a guitar in his hand
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| That gently weeps from his dying soul
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| Drifters pay no mind and pass by
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| Like shadows of the crows
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| Missionary, sanctuary
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| Testifies with borrows words
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| Singing haunting melodies
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| But no one’s listening anymore
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| This crow knows when to fly away
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| From places nothing ever grows
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| In his dreams awaits a lady
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| Of the sparrows
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| Losing your way home
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| The quicksand it pulls you under
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| You thought you’d never make it back again
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| Here you stand to wonder
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| And if you find that songbird in your heart
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| Seems strangely silent
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| The sum of all you’ll ever be
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| Was never in your hands
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| Tell me why must you bring what I can’t bear
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| What I can’t hold, what I can’t carry?
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| Why should I bow before a man
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| With his blood on my hands?
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| We are what we are, what we always were
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| What we will always be
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| Beyond what we hold in our hands
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| Is just endless surrender
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| As I close my eyes I fade away
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| I hear voices say, remnants of yesterday, all fades away
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| When the darkness comes, in the light of day
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| And it’s always near, wish I could wish it away, I fade away
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| As I lay me down, I fade away
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| How we learn to trust, how we learn trust betrays, I fade away
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| As I pone my eyes I look away
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| How we learn in love sometimes our love can stray, blue turns to gray
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| As I close my eyes I can hear the rain
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| All the things they say, heavy your words can weigh, I fade away
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| And how soon we forget the blessed lives we’re given
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| And how late we regret the lies we’re living
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| The sins of those before you
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| Winds of change, the wrath of another
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| Waves of you in still waters
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| In your hand, sometimes never
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| And if you find that songbird in your heart
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| Alive with rapture
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| The sum of all of your years
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| All was never in your hands
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| Never in your hands my friend
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| It was never ever in your hands |