| Sleeping beneath the sleet, palms to the dirt
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| No lunar glare to mark our course
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| Among the apparitions of a potter’s field
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| The nameless, the lost, haunting a hollow so far away
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| I never meant to end up here
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| Betrayed by constellations
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| I never meant to end up here
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| With no bodies of light to guide us home
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| Collapse into earth and be pulled beyond your quarrel
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| No lantern, no compass, no map to be found
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| We set sail against the sorrow having mourned enough
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| Adrift the current, you are not alone
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| Even sinking into the darkness that waits below
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| Beneath the fathomless depths with an ocean upons
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| Adrift the current, you are not alone
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| Collapse into earth, be pulled beyond your quarrel
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| No lantern, no compass, no map to be found
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| We set sail against the sorrow |