| Think I’m stranded but I don’t know where
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| I got this diamond that don’t know how to shine
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| In the sun where these dark winds wail
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| And these children leave their rulers behind
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| As we cross ten leagues from a rubicon
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| With matchsticks for my bones
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| If we could learn how to freeze ourselves alive
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| We could learn to leave these burdens to burn
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| Cast out these creatures of woe
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| Who shattered themselves
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| Fighting a fire with your bare hands
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| Now my journey takes me further south
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| I want to hear what the blind men sing
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| With their fossils and their gypsy bones
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| I’ll stand beside myself so I’m not alone
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| And how can I make new again
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| What rusts every time it rains?
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| And the rain it comes and floods our lungs
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| We’re just orphans in a tidal wave’s wake
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| If I wake up and see my maker coming
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| With all of his crimson and his iron desire
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| We’ll drag the streets with the baggage of longing
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| To be loved or destroyed
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| From a void to a grain of sand in your hand |