| First I was a hatchling waiting for my little bones to form
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| Next I was a fledgling leaping from the nest despite the fall
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| Oh they fall, how we fall
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| But if I speak to you of days upon the ocean
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| I can speak to you of memories and dust
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| There won’t be time for all of us
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| I know there won’t be time for all of us
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| I landed in the garden longing for the view behind the fence
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| Oh my god
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| I prayed my bones weren’t brittle
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| For the air we float on can feel dense
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| Oh the weight of it aches
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| But if I speak to you of days upon the ocean
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| I can speak to you of memories and dust
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| There won’t be time for all us
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| I know there won’t be time for all of us
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| 'Cause I saw two fall before they were ready to
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| And I found no sense or gain to bear the cost
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| Comfort comes to those with faith in mysterious ways
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| But for me faith don’t make up for what we lost
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| But if I speak to you of days upon the ocean
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| I can speak to you of memories and dust
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| There won’t be time for all us
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| I know there won’t be time for all of us
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| But in the morning I can smell you on my pillow
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| I need to know we won’t get wrung out in the wash
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| I need to know there’s time for us
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| I must believe there’s time for some of us
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| 'Cause I saw two fall before they were ready to
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| And I found no sense or gain to bear the cost
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| Comfort comes to those with faith in mysterious ways
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| But for me faith don’t make up for what we lost |