| Deep beneath the cobble stone
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| Wrapped up in your holy robe
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| This is where I like to roam
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| Underneath a sick old tree
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| Waiting like a pile of leaves
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| The ground will get the best of me
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| Like a snake I eat my day
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| And watch it as it fades away
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| But this is not where we will stay
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| Where we spin around and keep the count
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| Disturbing sounds of a sleepy town
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| It’s time to turn this ship around
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| Songs to believe in
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| When it’s hard and deceiving
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| Soon we’ll be leaving this behind
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| Stuck behind venetian blinds
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| Digging through what’s left behind
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| I don’t know what I’m here to find
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| But as the weight goes down I look around
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| It seems I took myself to town
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| And this is where it all went down
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| Songs to believe in
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| When it’s hard and deceiving
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| Soon we’ll be leaving this behind
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| I would fly away tonight
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| If I had wings that carried me
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| Further than I care to walk
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| When darkness creeps up silently
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| And you will be the butterfly
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| I feel you move in there
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| When I get lost at night
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| And fill my lungs with empty air
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| The forest took off all its leaves
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| To show the stars through naked trees
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| Nothing’s wrong but nothing’s right
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| I’m lost somewhere inside of me
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| I thought you’d be the one I lost
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| The one I never had, the one that got away
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| The one that never really stayed
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| But soon we’ll leave it all… behind… |