| My heart won’t let my body sleep
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| All these restless moments
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| You hated boredom and conformity like I do
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| My heart still won’t believe your chemistry is over
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| You filled our cups now there’s still running over
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| You breath across the land
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| The seasons that I miss you
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| Where were you leading?
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| Was I always right behind you?
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| What honestly demands
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| Our apostate apostle
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| More than I can understand
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| You’re a part of what I am
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| And I can’t seem to carry this
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| Without your eye for a balanced point
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| At every social action
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| A sign of my bourgeois weakness
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| The best part of me still back on the bridge
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| We held our hands that morning
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| Watched the ghosts on the river rising
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| Then they were gone without warning
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| You breath across the land
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| The seasons that I miss you
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| Where were you leading
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| Was I always right behind you
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| What honestly demands
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| Our apostate apostle
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| More than I can understand
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| You’re a part of what I am
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| Now waves of the ocean
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| Like the last time we were with you
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| What lives the world demands?
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| Our beautiful berserker
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| Through ashes and mortar
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| You’ve cross into the farthest shore
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| More than I can understand
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| Alfred Carter Graham
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| What you said to me when we first met
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| I won’t forget
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| Remember
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| Fight the control
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| Fight the control in our lives
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| You used to say me
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| Fight the control
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| We fight the control in our lives
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| Ghosts on the river
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| Love so close
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| You’re free
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| Find the control
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| Fight the control
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| In our lives
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| All of us in your raptured liberty
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| Fight the control
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| Fight the control
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| In our lives
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| Under the clock at the prison’s library
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| I stopped the hands
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| Of the clock in my heart
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| The second we let your body go
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| But didn’t let you go
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| Now here with me
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| You’re here while I’m there with you |