| Recieving a head wind against the sky
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| Falling, falling
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| Pick those feathers up one by one
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| Wandering, wandering
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| Hands of the man who waits for the end
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| Are blue Travel forward and separate the
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| Distance Sits on a chair, mouth sealed
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| Vision warped and reflects the black
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| Future is overflowing with fear The
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| Darkness goes on, the darkness gets
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| Deeper Look back the mistakes in the
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| Past Stack them up, stack them up
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| Throw up the meaning of overflowing
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| Water strongly on to both of these
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| Forgotten hands
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| I won’t abandon the smell of blood
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| Flowing incessantly, eternally
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| We can still be disappointed
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| We were again discouraged
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| Abandon hope and became helpless
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| Our arms are dragged by hope
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| Pull and pulled back to the place we were
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| There I stop and lie down
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| Stare at your back
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| Loneliness of a smile
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| Not to tell but to interrupt
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| I laugh in a room and throw waste
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| Inside a tiny falling cage Down stream
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| Depending on presents The darkness goes
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| On. |
| As long as it flows Winds go deeper
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| Gouge out those false words Pile them up
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| Wash away the footprints ahead
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| Cajole us, make us forget and let us go
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| In return for the presents
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| We hand out |