| When the darkness fall early
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| And the light hits the ground
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| There’s a moment to be captured
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| So I sit here with silence
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| In the makes of my eyes
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| Talking to you, who left before
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| I don’t know why
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| I don’t know why
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| These things, I cannot…
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| It comes with the gig, I feel it dwelling
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| The friends, away, afraid of me
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| And I know I’m near
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| But my pride is selling
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| Trading for hearts of humble peers
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| Trading for hearts of humble peers
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| And she comes with the son
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| Her light is shining, beaming with love
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| Flying to the ocean
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| And I, I know the seagulls
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| When I see her flying
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| Reaching out to the bones
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| That are casually roasting
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| And my skin in burning
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| With the fire of the world
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| Sometimes my eyes are tricking me
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| But when the words of his song
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| Are singing through the birds
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| I can’t help but die
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| So he can take me higher
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| I can’t help but die
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| So he can take me higher
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| And this dark small pain
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| Grows like cancer
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| Sometimes her eyes are speaking to me
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| But when the flesh is gone
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| My soul is all I travel by
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| And my guitar will vanish
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| Like the Earth and the sea
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| Yes my guitar will vanish like the Earth |