| I swear these crows keep getting bigger
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| Hanging on the fence post together
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| Nothing’s moved, there’s no winter drawn to thrill
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| Drawn to surrender
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| Somewhere deep inside my memory
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| There’s a kid with a neck so slender
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| Capsized and ten years later
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| His arms are tattooed, he looks like a sailor
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| But I
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| Will
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| Will not
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| I will not mourn who
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| Who I was that has gone away
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| Now he’s assumed relaxations posture
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| So every day he’s underwater
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| Isolation, cave mouth darkness
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| Trying to say something but it makes no sense
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| But somewhere deep inside his memory
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| There’s a kid that would just go walking
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| 24th Street thrift store shopping
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| He looks so happy trying on a costume
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| But I
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| Will
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| Will not
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| I will not mourn who
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| Who I was that has gone away
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| How do you perceive the morning sun?
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| After endless days of dull repetition
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| Are you reaching out or are you reaching through?
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| Are you a ghost in an empty room?
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| In an empty room
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| Alright
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| I will not mourn who, who I was that has gone away
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| Who I was that has gone away
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| Who I was
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| Somewhere deep inside my memory
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| There’s a kid with a neck so slender
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| Capsized and ten years later
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| His arms are tattooed, he looks like a sailor
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| I will not mourn who, who I was that has gone away |