| I navigate the dark
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| I bow before the flame I have deserted
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| Step off the map and let it go
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| Then focus on the fade
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| Stillness of the day
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| Renewal was the death of my ambition
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| To get higher
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| I have to go so low
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| Sold my worth
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| Made time for it
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| While I waited for something lasting
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| Until you would come running my way
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| To stay
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| But does it matter now
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| It’s the winter of our passing
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| Sold my trust
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| And my love too
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| Disregard the soul
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| Heart is made of mist
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| And still it’s thinning
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| Bad news for you is we are fucked
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| And you don’t know where we’re heading next
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| The feeling that did remain
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| If we take some time to remember it
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| The feeling of what was good
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| Do you recall it at all
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| To get higher
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| I have to go so low
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| Sold my worth
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| Made time for it
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| While I waited for something lasting
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| Until you would come running my way
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| To stay
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| But does it matter now
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| It’s the winter of our passing
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| Sold my trust
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| And my love too |