| He met her; |
| she had me, spiraling ribbons, cut the cord away
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| The twists of life the knots of dreams, this was before the great unraveling
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| In time no strings attached so wild and free
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| No ties to bind, a world before us
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| We threaded hopes within the tapestries we wove
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| So far away, the great unraveling
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| The great unraveling- she tied my laces, sewed the buttons, spun the rhymes
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| The great unraveling — he taught the ropes, he spared the rod, drew the lines
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| The great unraveling — she slowed the blood, my beating heart the streaming
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| tears
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| The great unraveling
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| The strands of time, the rules and chains that bind us
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| That holds us down till we forget just how to fly
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| Bound by fears, of change from old traditions
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| Began to sense the great unraveling
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| The lives that we played before
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| Stretch into our past define us
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| Instinctively hearts entwine
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| Love brings us closer to carry us forward
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| The seeds that we sow today
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| The loose ends we tie and nurture
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| The threads that we spin and weave
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| To uncertain futures we usher them into the light
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| Into the light, into the light
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| Imprint the knowledge, pass the message on
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| I know I have to let you go
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| One day I have to say goodbye
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| I know that I will have to leave and give up to the light
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| Into the light |