| It’s handed down as a thing to cry to
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| And all my wars they treat you kindly
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| There’s nothing more important that I see
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| There was a time when all was empty
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| Unorganized; |
| a clog; |
| a death scene
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| Things opened up and there’s so many
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| Paths to walk; |
| ports of entry
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| Now that I’m gone
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| Now that I’m long gone
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| This minute has come and gone
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| I never said to do anything but forget me
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| I can’t be lost
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| I’ve learned everything from loss
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| For what’s gained there’s an inner cost
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| I won’t pay it I never would
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| We left the seasons back in Long Town
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| There was a hint of sadness going round
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| We met the brothers who drove arrows
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| And shot assumptions wide and narrow
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| I know I mean what I’m forgetting
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| We give for everything we’re getting
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| A lot that hasn’t been put away
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| It’s building up for that fateful someday
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| Now that I’m gone
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| Now that I’m long gone
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| This minute has come and gone
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| I never said to do anything but forget me
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| When it seems I’m around
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| Check again what’s up and what’s down
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| Many silences make a sound
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| I’m before the equation and I’m the answer |