| Wandering through islands, the seasons all call out your name
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| Hoping for reasons that never were promised in this game
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| It’s always the same, always the same
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| You’re flying but birds are aligned with the railing or the day
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| And in dying the sun proves to me that it’s coming back your way
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| It’s always the same, always the same
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| But this feels like home for the first time in a long time
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| Share the load of your mind with mine
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| The ceiling holds patterns, you see they are older than my name
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| Agreed, dust moves through light in the most enchanting of ways
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| Never the same, never the same
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| But this feels like home for the first time in a long time
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| Share the load of your mind with mine
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| All I know is how to let it go
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| Move on as a river flows
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| I miss you, I’ve lost the strength I knew
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| And I wonder how, I wonder how to continue
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| But this feels like home for the first time in a long time
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| Share the load of your mind with mine |