| A dark entry hall for a darkened door
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| A nice night to speak at the length of this week
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| When for the first time in a long time I haven’t had to search for the words
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| For the first time in a long time, I’m yours
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| Distracted and cryptic, you’ve changed the locks
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| I’ve spent most of my life inside the back of my mind
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| But for the first time in a long time I truly had to search for my thoughts
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| For the first time in a long time, I’m lost
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| I’m left reminding myself what we are
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| Well, we are what we are
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| You don’t deserve to erase all our days, you see
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| Those well-traveled states, they all lead to our gate, but for
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| The first time in a long time, I shouldn’t have to search for the floor
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| For the first time in a long time, I’m worse
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| I’m left reminding myself what we are
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| Well, we are what we are
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| I’m left reminding myself what we are
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| Well, we are what we are
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| And we are what we aren’t
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| There’s nothing left to explain
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| So, I carried every letter like a hearse
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| For what it’s worth
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| I seek catharsis in the interest of others
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| There’s really no need for us to repeat
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| There’s really no need for one more of me
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| When there’s no more of me |