| Suddenly my senses slip away
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| What is it they always say, turn another page?
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| But everything I see Is full of saccharine similes
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| That makes my spirit ache, and now I feel it everyday
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| It’s the dizzy spell I meet at the edges of belief
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| And It’s the sound of my heart pounding
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| Swelling up in me when I’m too scared to leave
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| It’s a hallelujah
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| And I’m learning how to sing
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| There’s a quiet chorus
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| Bleeding into everything
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| And someday soon the day is going to come
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| My flickering flame, dancing for rain that doesn’t pour
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| Chasing shimmers on the desert floor
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| And I keep coming back for more
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| But there’s no garden from the seeds
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| And I’m starving for meaning
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| But there’s a weight and there’s a worth
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| To every myth you make to kill the constant ache
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| And there’s a hallelujah
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| And I’m learning how to sing
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| It’s a growing chorus
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| Bleeding into everything
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| And someday soon the day is going to come
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| And you’ll be buried in the weight
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| Gather all your rage
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| And take a swing
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| Until you find your own way
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| Carry everything into another day |