| There is a way that subtle changes to stay
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| Barely noticed, hardly known
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| One day you´ll say my situation´s locked away
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| But by tomorrow you´re all alone
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| It seems so sudden, but it´s not, it´s only grown
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| From a scene that long ago was left
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| Forgotten in the snow
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| And has a way with slow surprises all its own
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| It´s hard to show, but like a boulder rollin´ slow
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| Or a rumble, deep in the ground
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| Things whisper low, and by the time I really know
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| What´s been movin´, they´ve settled down
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| Too late to see the way they´re shiftin´ round
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| Too late to say there´s bound to be another way
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| It´s all been said and done without a sound
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| This comes to me, and now that I begin to see
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| It´s not dramatic, it´s nothing grand
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| I used to be half of thje whole of you and me
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| Now I´m the limit of all I am
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| It seems so simple, nothin´ much to understand
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| You walked out and closed the door
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| Said I don´t live here anymore
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| And now nothin´s hangin´ heavy in my hands
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| Now nothin´s hangin´ heavy in my hands |