| Is it all that you wanted?
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| Your hair blowing in the cold breeze
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| Secrets within the trees
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| That are not revealed to you
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| You’re frightened of your nature
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| Promises they escape you
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| What’s one more burden
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| On the back of this beast?
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| Didn’t you once crave it?
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| For the world to just stand still
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| For the noise to stop for a moment
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| And let you breathe?
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| You’re lighter than a feather
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| Lighter than «boots of Spanish leather»
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| That are pounding on the floorboards
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| Violently
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| I can’t take back all the hurt I’ve caused
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| Everything I love I have somehow lost
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| It’s 4 in the morning and the spiders are crawling
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| And my mind’s replaying pictures of all that I can’t undo
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| Love, I’m trying
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| But I can’t pull myself out when the darkness comes
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| Love, I’m trying
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| But I can’t pull myself out when the darkness comes
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| Is it a stain on your conscience?
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| Or is more like a mural
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| A memorial
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| For all those you’ve tried to be
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| Is it how you imagined it
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| In the great wide open?
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| All you’ve left unspoken
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| Now just hanging in the breeze
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| I can’t take back all the hurt I’ve caused
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| Everything I love I have somehow lost
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| It’s 4 in the morning and the spiders are crawling
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| And my mind’s replaying pictures of all that I can’t undo
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| Love, I’m trying
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| But I can’t pull myself out when the darkness comes
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| Love, I’m trying
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| But I can’t pull myself out when the darkness comes
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| Love, I’m trying
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| But I can’t pull myself out when the darkness comes
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| So soon
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| My old friend
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| I hope that I never see you
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| Again
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| Love, I’m trying
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| But I can’t pull myself out when the darkness comes
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| Love, I’m trying
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| But I can’t pull myself out when the darkness comes
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| Love, I’m trying
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| But I can’t pull myself out of this one
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| No I can’t pull myself out when the darkness comes |