| Now you don’t have a word to call this kind of a year
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| That made you kneel and beg it to turn you right
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| Two dead birds underneath the headlights
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| Every sound they ever made to call out they are alive
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| Every piece of me that breaks
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| Trying to keep from the side of doubt
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| Don’t you doubt
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| Everybody’s seen some winter don’t you take the dark way out
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| Don’t you doubt
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| Even your breath is breathing for another one
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| Don’t you just take the dark way out
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| Thin wind ringing in the silver tines
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| Yeah, it took you by the throat but it wasn’t the killing kind
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| And now you don’t tell it like you used to
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| Every day left in the dark is going to come back to you
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| Every hope left in your heart
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| Is waiting on what you’ll do with doubt
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| Don’t you doubt
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| Everybody’s seen some winter don’t you take the dark way out
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| Don’t you doubt
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| Even your blood is beating for another one
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| Don’t you just take the dark way out
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| Don’t you doubt
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| The reasons are all dead and they’re growing in the ground
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| So why does it give? |
| Why the take? |
| Why the bitter kiss?
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| Why the me? |
| Why the anything?
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| Just be the man, be the child, e the cold midnight
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| Soaking the bones of this town
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| In the breath, in the beak
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| In the honey taken from every green thing giving sweet
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| In the call, in the pull, in the want and want
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| In the sound even your own body knows
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| All there is, seed and shell
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| Your hands are lined with all that they haven’t held |