| All the way from where we came
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| Built a mansion in a day
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| Distant lightning, thunder claps
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| Watched our neighbor’s house collapse
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| Looked the other way
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| And then the storm was overhead
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| All the oceans boiled and rivers bled
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| We auctioned off our memories
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| In the absence of a breeze
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| Scatter what remains
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| Scatter what remains!
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| Pushed away, I’m pulled toward
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| A comedown of revolving doors
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| Every warning we ignored
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| Drifting in from distant shores
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| The wind presents a change of course
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| A second reckoning of sorts
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| We were wasted waiting for
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| A comedown of revolving doors
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| Fate don’t fail me now
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| And when the days that followed past
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| In another mansion built to last
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| From our window we could see
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| Only possibilities
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| Down the road and back
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| But, then the storm returned for more
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| In a comedown of revolving doors
|
| Auctioned off our memories
|
| In the absence of a breeze
|
| Scatter what remains
|
| Scatter what remains!
|
| Pushed away, I’m pulled toward
|
| A comedown of revolving doors
|
| Every warning we ignored
|
| Drifting in from distant shores
|
| The wind presents a change of course
|
| A second reckoning of sorts
|
| We were wasted waiting for
|
| A comedown of revolving doors
|
| Fate don’t fail me now
|
| Fate don’t fail me now
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| Fate don’t fail me now
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| Fate don’t fail me now |