| It’s about that time we start unwinding, any hope we wrapped around
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| The distant light in the silent conversation that never blossomed into sound
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| Cause we were hard weather, we were broken hearted, we were always
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| forget-me-nots
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| We were flash bulbs, we were constellations, and we tried to connect the dots
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| But all this and all that and everything in between never did amount to a damn
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| thing
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| I wish we could call this low tide
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| Pretend we will come back rising
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| But darling we’re done for good
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| Well if you want to know all the time felt like
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| Crawling and crawling down the bottom of a well
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| And if you want to know I never could
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| Let it go let it go let it go until now
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| But all this and all that and everything in between never did amount to much
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| I wish we could call this low tide
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| Pretend we’ll come back rising
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| But we’re landlocked
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| But all this and all that and everything in between never did amount to much
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| I wish we could call this low tide
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| Pretend we could come back rising
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| But we’re landlocked
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| Nothing nothing nothing left
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| Some sand in your shoe, a stone in your chest
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| Some sand in your shoe, a song in your mind
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| We ran out of time time time |