| I know what you know
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| The harbor leaves of summer pale before the rains
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| When you can save me
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| A clarity of winter clasps us in its
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| Embrace
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| But then
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| We never said it’s perfect
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| We never make concessions
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| So again
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| You run the field backwards while I do nothing
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| Don’t be fooled by what you have
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| Nothing prevails and nothing lasts
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| Sacred to another
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| Calling to your brother
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| Reaching out to everyone but nothing is uncovered
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| When I was who I was then
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| I could paint the whole world with just three colors
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| Then you came to show me
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| In the beauty of isolation nothing grows
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| And now
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| Prioritizing peace while holding down the pain
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| Now and then
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| I turn the pages backwards so I can feel something
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| Don’t be fooled by what you have
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| Nothing prevails and nothing lasts
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| Perfect we’re together
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| Pretending with the others
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| Reaching into ourselves to find there’s nothing left to be discovered
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| No matter how large our view
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| We’re still trapped
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| Trapped in a circle of pathways
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| Trapped in a web of people
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| Trapped by bridges
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| Trapped by time
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| With only the pictures
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| To make it seem real
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| Don’t be fooled by what you have
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| Nothing prevails and nothing lasts
|
| Sacred to another
|
| Calling to your brother
|
| Reaching out to everyone but nothing is uncovered
|
| Don’t be fooled by what you have
|
| Nothing prevails and nothing lasts
|
| Perfect we’re together
|
| Pretending with the others
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| Reaching into ourselves to find there’s nothing left to be discovered |