| Roads of gold are forever dulled
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| Taking stock of what you lost
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| And what you want to take
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| Roads of time will be straight again
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| If we stop, we can see ahead
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| The mountains desecrate
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| So as we caught ourselves astray
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| We’re floating on our own
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| Hoping to reach tomorrow
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| These ghosts of ours, we sent away
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| Like refugees, nowhere to stay
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| A carousel of fallen days
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| Like refugees, nowhere to stay
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| Tried to cross at the quiet edge
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| Fell asleep at the shallow end
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| The hours turn to grey
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| I want to feel like you meant it
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| I want to think that we held it all
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| As the fever starts to take
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| So as we caught ourselves astray
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| We’re floating on our own
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| Hoping to reach tomorrow
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| These ghosts of ours, we sent away
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| Like refugees, nowhere to stay
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| A carousel of fallen days
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| Like refugees, nowhere to stay
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| I put my thoughts through a metal sift
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| To separate my truth as illusion
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| And what I find, I will forgive
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| 'Cause there aren’t really any solutions
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| You said you felt so alive right at the summer’s edge
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| This moment never resolves 'cause
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| There is no end
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| These ghosts of ours, we sent away
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| Like refugees, nowhere to stay
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| A carousel of fallen days
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| Like refugees, nowhere to stay
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| This road is unknown
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| We let go of these ghosts
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| This road is unknown
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| We let go of these ghosts
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| This road is unknown
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| We let go of these ghosts
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| This road is unknown
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| We let go of these ghosts |