| I am ready to find the lost way to vanishing days.
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| I write words void of worth, in my youth I will always stay.
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| There's room for every lie they put on my shoulders,
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| I let it inside.
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| Inseparable growth marks us still.
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| Abundance won't come, purge our will.
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| Cut out and resign.
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| Overtaken and left behind.
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| It's in our racing hearts,
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| the things we never let go of.
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| They spill into my love!
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| I'm thinking if torpor had left my soul, voices would sing!
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| I would submit my heart to the sentiment within,
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| and let go of the night that is abiding here.
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| Old songs lost their grace.
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| Send some light back to this place.
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| There's room for every lie they put on my shoulders,
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| I let it inside.
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| Inseparable growth marks us still.
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| Abundance won't come, purge our will.
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| Purge our will...
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| It's in our racing hearts,
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| the things we never let go of.
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| Cut out and resign.
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| Overtaken and left behind.
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| It's in our racing hearts,
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| the things we never let go of.
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| Abiding here!
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| I'm thinking if torpor had left my soul, voices would sing!
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| I would submit my heart to the sentiment within,
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| and let go of the night that is abiding here. |