| I’m coming home with a stone, strapped onto my back
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| I’m coming home with a burning hope turning all my blues to black.
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| I’m looking for a sacred hand to carve into this stone.
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| A ghost of comfort, Angel’s Breath — to keep this life inside my chest.
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| This world falls on me with hopes of immortality
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| Everywhere I turn all the beauty just keeps shaking me.
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| I woke up in the middle o f a dream, scared the world was too much for me.
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| Sejarez said, «Don't leg go, just plant the seeds and watch them grow.»
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| I’ve slept in rainy cayon lands, cold drenched to my skin.
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| I always wake to fin a face to calm these troubled lands.
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| This world falls on me with hopes of immortality
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| Everywhere I turn all the beauty just keeps shaking me.
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| Running — End — Earth — Swimming — Edge — Sea — Laughing — Under — Starry Sky
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| This world was meant for me.
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| Don’t bury me, carry me.
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| I wish I was a nomad, an Indian, or a saint.
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| The edge of death would disappear, leave me nothing to taint.
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| I wish I was a nomad, an Indian, or a saint.
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| Give me walking shoes, feathered arms, and a key to heaven’s gate.
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| This world falls on me with hopes of immortality
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| Everywhere I turn all the beauty just keeps shaking me. |