| Deep it must have been
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| The thorn that spread a veil of constancy
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| Times in stalemate, times of certitude
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| Again and again this wound
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| It’s these moments
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| When the comfort of the bygone
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| And the light of long gone days
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| Enchant me with their hollow songs
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| And grasp for me with their stone-cold hands
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| A new morning
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| Another past coming along
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| Struggling on way too close, way too far
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| Today I do remember
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| The bitter tears of fall we shed on a day like this
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| And both we know that you knew
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| Pain would grow through you
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| But we pretended soils would flourish
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| From the time we turn our backs
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| Saw your eyes in amber leaves
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| Heard your weeping in repose
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| Drank your tears with the water
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| Followed your footmarks in the moss
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| It’s these moments
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| When the comfort of the bygone
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| And the light of long gone days
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| Enchant me with their hollow songs
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| Befool me with a sham appeal
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| And both we know that you knew
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| Pain would grow through you
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| But we pretended soils would flourish
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| From the time we turn our backs |