| Through the turmoil and the tinfoil
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| I could wait my early life
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| I could see you in the darkness
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| And I’m running through the night
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| I recall a silver morning
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| When your face had turned to gray
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| You were standin' right before me
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| But I missed you every day
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| Though you never said you’re sorry
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| I forgave you even then
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| But I feel inconsequential
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| In the current state I’m in
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| But I’ll try to keep on living
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| Through the nauseating gloom
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| And I’ll try to keep on digging
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| Wretched past I will entomb
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| Though you never said you’re sorry
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| I forgave you even then
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| But I feel inconsequential
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| In the current state I’m in
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| Through the turmoil and the tinfoil
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| Just the way it used to be
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| But I have a strength and I have learned
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| How to fly on broken wings
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| Lord, you never said you’re sorry
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| I’ll forgive you even then
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| But I feel inconsequential
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| In the current state I’m in |