| Aiming soft steps along each brick
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| To give respect in the places unfit
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| It’s not a waste to him, but all he knows
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| Avoiding all the conflict to seek some repose
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| Thinking back on his father’s words
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| To try and mend the cracks at the seams
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| Stand your ground and speak your mind
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| A unity he can’t emphasize
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| Hard rain falls without consulting the flood
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| A tear hits the cheek of a heartless man
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| Counting the minutes as you lose control
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| This love goes unreceived, marked «return to sender»
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| Feeling it all around me
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| Watching the clouds roll over
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| Fall into place; |
| trust in the outcome
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| Walk along the path of least resistance
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| Set your feet to paths for you to wander and never feel alone
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| Questioning the option to surrender, embracing the unknown on your own
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| Walk alone or lead the pack on your own
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| There’s no difference in numbers
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| If you see nothing with eyes wide open
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| Remembering moments being led astray
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| The howling voices looming close behind
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| Reaching for a piece to steal away
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| Close your doors even if the rooms are vacant
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| Set your feet to paths for you to wander and never feel alone
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| Questioning the option to surrender, embracing the unknown
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| Setting all the clocks to prior hours to stagger fleeting time
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| Saving all the love you can remember, remember
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| Thinking back on his father’s words
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| To try and mend the cracks at the seams
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| Stand your ground and speak your mind
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| A unity he can’t emphasize |