| Cut it off and watched your ripe pome
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| Roll away alone
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| The fallen fruit you’d rather pass along
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| Followed orchard hills in bounds
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| Of trail markers and signal stones
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| Somewhere I am lost on the ground
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| I’m a thick blur of ruby red
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| Your solstice that never ends
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| I’ll be strong, carry on
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| But I still hear your echoes down the hall
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| My candle’s burning out
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| Throw your tableau on the wall
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| Project your love
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| Somehow you fell right through my arms
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| I’ll carry on
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| Tried to grow through winter’s spell
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| I’m frozen through the stalk
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| Pearlescent shape you were hiding in
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| Entranced by the way you walk
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| ‘Til we meet again, I’ll be nervously shaking
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| And patiently waiting for thoughtful amends
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| Come clean for the lies that you led
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| That’s how the story goes
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| Feel again when I see your ghost
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| Oh what a life you lived, one of vanity and sin
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| I’ll be strong, carry on
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| But I still hear your echoes down the hall
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| My candle’s burning out
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| Throw your tableau on the wall
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| Project your love
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| Somehow you fell right through my arms
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| I’ll carry on
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| I’ll carry, I’ll carry on
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| I’ll carry, I’ll carry on
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| I’ll be strong, carry on
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| But I still hear your echoes down the hall
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| My candle’s burning out
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| Throw your tableau on the wall
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| Project your love
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| Somehow you fell right through my arms
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| I’ll carry on |