| Light ended the night, but the song remained
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| And I was hiding by the stair, half here, half there, past the lashing rain
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| And as the sky (e) would petal white
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| Old innocent lies came to mind
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| As we stood, congregated, at the firing line
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| Night ended the fight, but the song remained
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| And so I headed to the wall, turned tail to call to the new domain
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| As if in the sight of sea, you’re suddenly free, but it’s all the same…
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| Oh, but I can hear you, loud in the center
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| Aren’t we made to be crowded together, like leaves?
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| Was I too slow?
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| Did you change overnight?
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| Second son, on the other line…
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| Now, back in our town as a castaway
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| I’m reminded of the time it all fell in line, on the third of May
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| As if it were designed, painted in sand to be washed away
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| Oh, but I can hear you, loud in the center
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| Aren’t we made to be crowded together, like leaves?
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| Was I too slow?
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| Did I change overnight?
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| Second son, for the second time…
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| Can I be light and free?
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| If I lead you through the fury will you call to me?
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| And is all that I might owe you carved on ivory?
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| But all will fade. |
| All I say. |
| All I needed
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| As a flash in the eye, I wouldn’t deny, all receded
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| Life unfolds in pools of gold
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| I am only owed this shape if I make a line to hold
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| To be held within one’s self is deathlike, oh I know
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| But all will be, for mine and me, as we make it
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| And the size of the fray, can’t take it away, they won’t make it
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| I was a fool
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| Crime after crime to confess to
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| But I hold the fleet angel, she’ll bless you
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| Hold fast to the wing. |
| Hold fast to the wing |