| Lift my limbs, build my bones
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| Clip my lines, let me go
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| We were holding on, the central sun was setting
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| Everyone stopped to wonder why
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| She waited so long
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| Twenty-four years with her eyes dimming dry
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| She always felt old
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| Stung by a hope that was so paralyzed
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| Wasting time, wasting light
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| Slake my roots, let them grow
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| Take my song make it known
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| We were working hard, the central sun was breaking
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| Nobody stopped to wonder why
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| He waited so long
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| Eighty-four years on a ridge of his own
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| He never felt old, filled with the secrets of timing and tone
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| If you fall in line
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| And if you fake the signs
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| What a world you would be in
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| If you fall in line
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| And if you fake the signs
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| What a world you will be in |