| It’s knowing what’s important
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| hidden lockets of your hair
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| felt excactly every moment
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| even moments we never share
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| And all this land has been discovered
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| every frame infront of me
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| is describing in a story
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| a familiar history
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| Through a city that’s all closing
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| atleast it’s closing in on me
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| but you’re too old to remember
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| or I’m too young to agree
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| Secret teachings take me somewhere strange
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| shadows gained and bottles drain
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| let your tears fall in the shape
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| of everyone of the American states
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| If I could see your face
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| before it’s born and raised
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| before it was born and raised
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| in memories wake
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| Reassure me into changing names
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| vision strained a seconds change
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| to be secure of everything
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| if I could make another world
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| We’re like flies landing on flies
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| we suffer what we never try
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| so I slick my hair and I stamp my feet
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| until the darkness
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| until the darkness is complete
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| If I could see your face
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| before it’s born and raised
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| before it was born and raised
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| in memories wake |