| The threads that run through your life
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| Hang from your sleeve
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| Wind through your soul
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| The kind you can’t control
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| The kind you can’t conceive
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| The kind you can’t believe
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| But wish you could break
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| Wish you could weave
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| I wish you could see
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| It ties you to me
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| And you fly in the face of the sun
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| And you float in the tides of the moon
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| The paths that run from your dark
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| Climb through the trees
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| Wind like a snake
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| The kind you can’t escape
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| The kind you can’t conceive
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| The kind you can’t believe
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| With prickly little thorns
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| Sharp tiny teeth
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| They are hungry for the threads
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| Hanging from your sleeve
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| Waiting on a path
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| The kind you can’t conceive
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| But wish you could take
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| Wish you could leave
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| I wish you could see
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| It leads you to me |