| Searching for a fever that could
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| Lift me to the border of dementia
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| My eyes are tired from surveying everything we used to share
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| And I would sew them shut if I had any strength inside
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| I remember every promise, I’ve carved them into my spine
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| I raise my hands to the sky
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| And beg that this won’t go unnoticed
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| Though I know some fires are not meant to burn
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| We are bred to flicker and fade
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| Not to retreat into the earth, not to grow without remorse
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| We douse ourselves with the moisture
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| That we’ve drawn from the soil
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| We breed and unleash, we’re our own natural disaster
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| String me along like the thread that binds your ribcage
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| Tie my limbs to the anchor, and be sure that I’m
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| Left alone to sink
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| I will shine brighter than the sun
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| I will forever be your torch
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| Cast me away
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| And in time I will set fire to the fibers that connect us
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| My palms grow calloused from the cold
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| I need your touch to cauterize
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| Sustained by the flame of another
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| The embers begin to reignite
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| There’s a hole in the herd that will never be filled
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| The anguish will fall through your fingers
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| As mankind manifests itself through misfortune
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| I am alone and the world carries on
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| I am alone, the world carries on
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| And we don’t deserve a second thought |