| We baited hooks with subtle reward in mind
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| Little mattered then, still, little matters now
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| The plans we made were designed to perpetuate through snakes of life
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| We left too much faith in the pieces to fall into place while we spent the
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| meantime carving our own ways
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| Little choice we had then, nothing but choices to make now
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| If I’m anything like you, before we can decide another day has passed,
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| hand over hand
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| And if you’re anything like me, you’re trying to catch up to fleeting frames
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| Headlong into sand
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| It’s just like us to wait until we’re full of what we need to say
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| And now we’re floating off to where we thought we’d never be
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| Your kid’s strings are stretching weak
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| This distance is unraveling
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| Please, still see, that happiness is there for you to reach
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| You left it where it waits for you to climb
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| How endowed we are to be alive
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| Let their songs sing you home
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| The heartstrings hooked in your throat will land you right where you were
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| always supposed to be
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| Transcending pity held for you or me
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| We will always want, but they’re the ones that need |