| I got close enough to the river that I couldn’t hear the trucks
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| But not close enough to stop the roaring of my mind
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| These rocks don’t care if I live or die
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| Everyone I know will finally turn away
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| I will confuse and disinterest all posterity
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| Lost wisdom
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| Is a quiet echo
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| Lost wisdom
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| By the edge of the stream at dusk
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| Is a quiet echo on loud wind
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| With one hand in the water running cold and clear
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| Fog obliterates the morning and I don’t know where I am
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| The heart is pounding and you are always on my mind
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| Lost wisdom
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| Is a quiet echo
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| Lost wisdom
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| A boulder under the house
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| I used to know you
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| Now I don’t
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| The screaming wind said my name
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| I think significant and dark
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| My lost face in the mirror at the gas station
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| Who are you above my face that I wake up with alone
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| Lost wisdom
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| Approaching shape in the low light
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| You thought you knew me
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| You thought our house was home
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| I thought I knew myself
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| I thought my heart was calm
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| Thunder, lightning, tidal wave
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| The wind blew down the door
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| Lost wisdom
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| The river goes through the room
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| I saw your picture out of nowhere
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| And forgot what I was doing
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| Everything vanished in your eclipse,
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| A constellation of moments comes to life in the void
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| Lost wisdom
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| Face down under the moss
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| Enraptured by the beautiful face in the billowing flames
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| I open the front and back door and let the wind blow through
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| And I stood in the house and tried to hold the breeze
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| Lost wisdom
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| Waking up in a pile of ash
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| Secret knowledge
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| Comes to me in the dusk
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| You showed me the river
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| I saw me |