| You were here for a while in this feverish place
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| Carried me for miles, then left without a trace
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| This is how you’ll be remembered
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| For how you stood up to the storm
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| Like the lonely light from an ember
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| Still somehow keeps you warm
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| Like the softest hammer
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| This is how you’ll be remembered
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| The way that a child lays their hand upon a stove
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| There’s a bright world beyond a dark door
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| And it’s like nothing, that we’ve seen before
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| This is how you’ll be remembered
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| For how you stood up to the storm
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| Like the lonely light from an ember
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| Still somehow keeps you warm
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| Like the softest hammer
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| This is how you’ll be remembered
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| This is how you’ll be remembered
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| For how you stood up to the storm
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| Like the distant sound of laughter
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| Still somehow keeps you warm
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| Like the softest hammer
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| This is how you’ll be remembered |