| Open days and I’m left thinking
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| Counting waves to stop the sinking
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| Feeling like I’ve been only blinking
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| Spotting all instant reminding
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| Blotting all content with finding
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| Reeling at the thought of unwinding
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| And how soon I regret
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| When the time that I’ve spent
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| Wonders where it went
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| Wonders if I forget
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| First I fled, and then I’d find, there’s no honour in waiting for signs
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| First I fled, before I’d find, there’s no honour in waiting for signs
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| First I fled, and then I’d find, there’s no honour in waiting for signs
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| First I fled, before I’d find, there’s no honour in waiting for
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| Dead endeavours behind me I’ll lay them beside me
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| They’ll rise up in a fever to only fall weaker
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| A widened path of reaction, oh you feel the detachment
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| Your time spent sourcing a folly and you don’t hear a call
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| Dead endeavours behind me I’ll lay them beside me
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| They’ll rise up in a fever to only fall weaker
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| A widened path of reaction, I can find a distraction
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| My time spent sourcing a folly, no I don’t hear you call
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| Someone pull me from within me
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| Show me what I could be
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| Teach me to believe I can try
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| 'Cause I miss the one before me who loved without performing
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| Tell me I can find him inside
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| 'Cause I’m trapped inside my body and blinded by my follies
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| Fighting just to push them aside
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| But they’re here and they’re within me
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| Whispering through my feelings
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| Teach me to accept and survive
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| If I have the time, I must take the time
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| There’s no honour in waiting for signs
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| If I have the time, I must take the time
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| There’s no honour in waiting for signs |