| When days are just a trail of clothes
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| Slung over poetry and prose
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| A red reminder of the things I owe
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| A songbird silenced in the setting snow
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| I’m left here looking at the bones
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| I’m stranded in a sea of stepping stones
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| I stood inside of something I’d outgrown
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| A simple sadness in the great unknown
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| I think again and thank the earth
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| And kiss the stone
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| I saw the anger in your eyes
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| Neutralised
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| Made hollow
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| Faith and healing met the wide eyed child
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| Redemption smiled
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| I followed
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| It’s like the numbness when your heart gets sick
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| Then the summer and your heart gets fixed
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| And I say
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| Sister ann says «there's no need to be down
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| There’s something you can do»
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| It all follows
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| Sister ann says «there's no need to find solace in anything
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| If you don’t want to»
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| It’s like the light is gonna find you then
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| Then the beauty in your eyes
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| And the stillness of the night
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| And the beating of your breast
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| Is gonna put you there again
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| The single silence of a kiss
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| Two voices merged and gone amiss
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| Belief that bends and so beyond that bliss
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| Finds deeper darkness on relies on this
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| Then wide awake it wonders why and says resist
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| I saw the anger in your eyes
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| Neutralised
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| Made hollow
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| Faith and healing met the wide eyed child
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| Redemption smiled
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| I followed
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| It’s like the numbness when your heart gets sick
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| Then the summer and your heart gets fixed
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| And I say |