| We’re lonelier tonight,
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| like we’ve never been held against a common light,
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| silently basking in the glow
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| Suspension asks our mind to remember a frail flame against the dark flickers
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| softly though its brilliance is perceived
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| We fortify walls against lives not our own
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| A stranger, a neighbor, a thief in the night
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| Blind arrogance steps on the bleeding heart caught in our throat
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| Fed torrential lies bathed in blindness,
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| we share this disillusioned time, gathering fuel for our fires
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| Obsessed with all that’s mine, souls were bartered and spent gravely cast aside,
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| left to the vultures circling in a barren sky
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| Splash of stone, sends ripples to upset the surface
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| Stand up, we’re all struggling
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| Wondering when we’ll be one again
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| Nothing here is separate
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| Scratch at the surface, its infinite
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| Guided far from safety,
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| left abandoned and alone without a hand to help steady our feet,
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| or humble legs to take us home
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| Like a blight that contains rampant insolence, sabotage the self whose ego had
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| been fed
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| Face the stare that dwells within sight not your own, that reflection yearns to
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| return to the whole
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| What was whole
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| We’ve been fools
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| Sharpening blades to the tune of blessing the skin that was wounded
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| Viewing our quarrels at great distance
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| Casting such reckless abandon, erodes the ground where we’re standing
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| Wondering when we’ll be one again
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| The hour is late, yet to save any grace left recall back a time we were one |