| I let myself submerge in dreams of distance
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| Months of pushing away
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| Feeling separate enough to say,
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| «It must be someone else to blame»
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| The space in my heart spread wide with high hopes
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| Was the same cavity that taught me empty
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| Ripped open left bare that first year
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| My chest exposed to the Minnesota air
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| So, I was quick to seclude
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| Letting isolation be my muse
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| Instead of seeking you
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| I let my feelings choose
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| There’s a deficit that stirs within me
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| Surely I need some sort of saving
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| When all my efforts they fall behind me
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| Nothing of mine will be relieving
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| Side by side and stride by stride
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| Pull me out of what my tired eyes can see
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| Carry me high enough to know my brother’s in agony
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| I like to think that I think quite a bit
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| But that year I never thought of you
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| Rightful concern quickly became conceit
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| Every man for himself — stay alone to avoid defeat
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| I made survival my only focus
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| The raging and open sea
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| Fixated on my constant struggle
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| I didn’t see you drowning right next to me
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| I could write a thousand songs
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| About what I’ve done wrong
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| But this one’s for what’s yet to be done right
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| After all a «lost at sea metaphor"can teach
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| I still have a brother who needs me
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| If there’s ever been a time, it’s now |