| Adrift, the sleep made us liars
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| It kept us close and convinced us we’d be fine when the summer would arrive
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| But summer never came back and winter took time to pass
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| A newfound dawn, a newborn wind
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| And winter left before the welcomed spring
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| Through years of resistance
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| Where I rarely felt whole
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| Long distance calls from my soul were never answered
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| When the darkest horizon once gave way for the sun
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| It gave me the courage to end the silence
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| A mirrors reflections in broken glass
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| Made two pieces fit at last
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| The wind was rare its victims blind
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| We couldn’t stop, could not rewind
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| We became victims of the quietness
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| Led astray by intent
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| Our wishes similar but not the same and with sunrise the reason came
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| Through years of resistance
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| Where I rarely felt whole
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| Long distance calls from my soul were never answered
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| When the darkest horizon once gave way for the sun
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| It gave me the courage to end the silence
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| At the Atlantic edge awaits the end of silence |