| I’m not a stone, I’m human
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| You blow, I fall
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| I’m not a stone, I hear you
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| I break like a human bone
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| Calm as the frost on the forest floor
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| I hold in every storm
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| But unlike the storm I don’t gamble
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| You call, I fold
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| When everything is said and done
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| It’s quiet by the fire
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| When we don’t know where we belong
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| It’s quiet by the fire
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| When everything is said and done
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| It’s quiet by the fire
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| When we don’t know where we belong
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| It’s quiet by the fire
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| When everything is coming undone
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| It’s quiet by the fire
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| When we don’t know what we’ve become
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| It’s quiet by the fire
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| Winter is no wall to lean on
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| It’s cold and obscure
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| And those clouds like cotton wool carpets
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| Are no floor to walk on
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| Raise another storm, I assure you
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| My shelter won’t be yours
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| And by the time you will long for me
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| I’ll be part of the forest floor
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| When everything is said and done
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| It’s quiet by the fire
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| When we don’t know where we belong
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| It’s quiet by the fire
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| When everything is coming undone
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| It’s quiet by the fire
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| When we don’t know what we’ve become
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| It’s quiet by the fire |