| Will the dust ever settle on us
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| The flames hiding in the smoke
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| Will there ever be enough
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| Will the flames choke
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| Will our skins ever be dry
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| From the blood of the stillborn
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| Will the rain wash out my eyes
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| And drip from my thumbs
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| As it falls all around
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| You see it hit the ground
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| I say to you,
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| «Let it come»
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| (Let it come down)
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| The acorn loses its grip
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| Away, farewell from the branch
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| Past the trunk it slips
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| And descends into chance
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| Your tree is near the riverbed
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| Where the black water sleeps
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| Oh it’s sinking into the ground
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| Unto the water seat
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| And as it falls all around
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| You see it hit the ground
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| I say to you,
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| «Let it come»
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| (Let it come down)
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| The nails, they’re broken
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| Chips, they’re down
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| The times they have chosen
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| Your time has come
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| As it falls all around
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| You see it hit the ground
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| I say to you,
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| «Let it come»
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| (Let it come down) x3 |