| I was lost in the lakes
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| And the shapes that your body makes
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| That your body makes
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| That your body makes, that your body makes
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| And the mountains said I could find you here
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| They whispered the snow and the leaves in my ear
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| I traced my finger along your trails
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| And your body was the map, I was lost in it
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| Floating over your rocky spine
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| The glaciers made you and now you’re mine
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| I was moving across your frozen veneer
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| The sky was dark but you were clear
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| Could you feel my footsteps?
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| And would you shatter, would you shatter? |
| Would you?
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| With your soft fingers between my claws
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| Like purity against resolve
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| I could tell then there we were formed from the clay
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| And came from the rocks for the Earth to display
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| They told me to be careful up there
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| Where the wind rose up there, in this rage through your hair
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| They told me to be careful up there
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| Where the wind rages through your hair |