| Roar of the wind, sweet talks me again
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| Its voice, drags me abroad
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| I am no wiser reluctant I go with the flow
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| Rolled like a stone
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| Disguised and deprived of my right to take flight
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| A butterfly swaddled to mold
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| I can’t leave
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| I am cheap
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| My wings have already been sold
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| And I have tarnished who I am
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| Cradle my form in waves of this land
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| Rising with flux
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| I am forgotten
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| Alone and am rotting away
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| I’m lost in a soul
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| I am a waste of humanly space and bone
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| Find me a home
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| Give me life
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| Let me thrive
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| And grow
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| These roots made of stone
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| Flourish this pain into rop
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| And climb from this hole
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| Twisting and turning, contorting my flesh on command
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| Eager to blnd
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| I bend and I break, taking on several shapes with demand
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| Never to mend
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| They say don’t bite what feeds
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| But sever my hands if you please
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| All for your needs
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| A pawn for your shameless decor of pity
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| And I have tarnished who I am
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| Cradle my form in waves of this land
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| Rising with flux
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| I am forgotten
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| Alone and am rotting away
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| I’m lost in a soul
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| I am a waste of humanly space and bone
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| Find me a home
|
| Give me life
|
| Let me thrive
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| And grow
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| These roots made of stone
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| Flourish this pain into rope
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| And climb from this hole
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| I am alone!
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| All my words dull and boughten
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| My mouth increasingly numb
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| I am forgotten
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| Alone and am rotting away
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| I’m lost in a soul
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| I am waste of humanly space and bone
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| Find me a home
|
| Give me life
|
| Let me thrive
|
| And grow
|
| These roots made of stone
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| Flourish this pain into rope
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| And climb from this hole
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| This hole, find me me a home!
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| A home. |