| A silver thread on bended knee
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| His stranger’s heart she met at sea
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| When all is keeled and cracked the circle’s unbroken
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| They saw the spark, watched it burn away
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| They were holding on for some darker day you know time
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| She clocked us good, but we’re still kindling
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| And she will always be you
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| There was no way of knowing that it was the same thing
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| And I will always be here, your fallen ascendant
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| Who tripped out of heaven
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| The less he had, the more to give, still he begged for change
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| And promises some sycophantic scheme now it’s so obvious
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| At curtains up, the roaches flew her fearful heart
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| That he met at school, well angel you still hold me here
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| It’s timeless and I’m still spinning yarns don’t know what I’m doing These
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| stories I’m telling and you still suffer me
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| Your fallen ascendent who tripped out of heaven
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| You will always be she that is the lesson that is the lesson
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| And I will always be here, your fallen ascendent who tripped out of heaven
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| Your fallen ascendent who tripped out of heaven |