| She can’t see the landscape anymore
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| It’s all painted in her grief
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| All of her history etched out at her feet
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| Now all of the landscape, it’s just an empty place
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| Acres of longing, mountains of tenderness
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| Cause she’s just like the weather, can’t hold her together
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| Born from dark water, daughter of the rain and snow
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| Cause it’s burning through the bloodline
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| It’s cutting down the family tree
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| Growing in the landscape, darling, in between you and me
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| She wants the silence but fears the solitude
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| She wants to be alone and together with you
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| So she ran to the lighthouse, hoped that it would help her see
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| She’s saw that the lighthouse had been washed out to sea
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| Cause she’s just like the weather, can’t hold her together
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| Born from dark water, daughter of the rain and snow
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| Cause it’s burning through the bloodline
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| It’s coming down the family tree
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| Rolling in the landscape, darling, in between you and me
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| I wanna give you back the open sky
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| Give you back the open sea
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| Open up the ages, darling, for you to see
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| You put the gun into your mouth
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| To bite the bullet and spit it out
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| Cause it’s running in the family
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| Oh the ritual between you and me
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| Cause she’s just like the weather, can’t hold her together
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| Born from dark water, daughter of the rain and snow
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| Cause it’s burning through the bloodline
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| It’s cutting down the family tree
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| Growing in the landscape, darling, in between you and me |