| The tide made it easier
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| And time made us reasonable
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| The currents no longer deceivers
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| We were the reasons for us losing ground
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| We were the reasons for why the lights went out
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| We were the reasons for the years we had
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| And we were the reasons to why it end at last
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| The struggling, the reaching
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| The searching for feelings
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| That weren’t there no longer
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| From splendor to nothing
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| The rising, the falling
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| The giving, the taking
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| To fathom it’s over
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| It’s over It’s over
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| I left without knowing and withered without it showing
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| Discontent made us seekers
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| Silence has never been this silent and the winter never so widened
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| We were the reasons for us losing ground
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| We were the reasons for why the lights went out on us
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| We were the reasons for all the years we had
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| And we were the reasons to why it end at last
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| My heartbeats echoes lonely
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| And the emptiness the same
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| It’s not about the breaking
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| But the rising with an aim
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| The rising with an aim
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| Too many reasons to not stand my ground
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| Too many reasons to not carry on this blind
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| Too many seasons where we held on tight
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| And too many reasons to not leave this night
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| The struggling the stretching
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| The inventing of feelings
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| We’re feeling no longer
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| We’re feeling no longer
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| The tension the sensing the knowing you are lacking
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| To the chasing of pieces the hunting so tiring
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| The missing the longing
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| The essence that was needed
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| To knowing it’s over
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| To knowing that it’s over |