| I’m now drowning into question
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| Everything I’ve ever known
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| The answer is not in my heart nor in my hand
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| It may never be
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| I’ve looked to the sky
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| I’ve grasped for the sun
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| I’ve witnessed a tectonic shift
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| And have seen the static hit
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| And ever through the darkest of the night
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| Mornings never fails to comes
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| I am living I am breathing
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| Perhaps what is meant to be sought stand before us
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| And not beyond
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| While there may never be meaning
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| So different from what I have envisioned
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| Witnessing every neuron collapse
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| But I paid no mind
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| It made no difference
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| Learning to live on and let go
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| Reminiscing over what could have been
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| But it will never be
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| And with black cloud above me
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| I catch my breath
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| It all fall into place
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| Like we we’re made for this
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| Patiently I gather words that I had forgot to say
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| In another passing wave
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| If this life temporary let come what may come
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| Perhaps what meant to be sought
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| Stand before us
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| And not beyond
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| Beyond
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| My will versus that of a force that I will never know
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| Perhaps it’s the way in which I observed and felt that I must grow
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| To push forward
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| This room with no door is filling us
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| Filling us both with dread
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| It’s almost as time is choosing to exist
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| Only within our head
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| And with black cloud above me
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| I catch my breath
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| It all fall into place
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| Like we we’re made for this
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| Patiently I gather words that I had forgot to say
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| In another passing wave |