| Cracked open in halves
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| Two sides of a mountain
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| It’s too soon to laugh
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| It brings drought to the lowlands
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| I’ll be careful to ask
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| For what I’m ready to grasp
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| Rivers stay uncrossed
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| By the coming of dusk
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| The closer we get
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| The larger the surface
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| May you lose the trail
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| Gather up your belongings
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| If I try really hard, I’ll remember my age
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| My predictions have failed
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| I am ready to face my time
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| Do you feel the water rise
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| As the light goes to waste
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| It’s a lonely road to walk
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| To be the one to make your own luck
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| Both feet in the mud
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| I’ll wait for a signal
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| There’s a stream that recalls
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| All things are eternal
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| I don’t think this light has been identified
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| I see trees densify, will my fate come alive?
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| Do you feel the water rise
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| As the light goes to waste
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| It’s a lonely road to walk
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| To be the one to make your own luck
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| Do you feel the water rise
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| As the light goes to waste
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| It’s a lonely road to walk
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| To be the one to make your own luck
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| If we stay until we fall, we fall
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| There’s a chance that we run out of luck
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| I won’t ask for anything at all
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| Only that you keep your head above the water
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| If we stay until we fall, we fall
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| There’s a chance that we run out of luck
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| I won’t ask for anything at all
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| Only that you keep your head above the water
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| If we stay until we fall, we fall
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| There’s a chance that we run out of luck
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| I won’t ask for anything at all
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| Only that you keep your head above the water |