| Quickly forgetting was the way I lived my life
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| Try telling me your name or try telling me «don't worry.»
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| Everything I knew would quickly wither and die
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| All echoes would be buried in the sound of living,
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| The sound of feet slapping sidewalk
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| That was me — treasure hunting, I would bury what I found
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| That was me — the gold digger, underground
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| Quickly forgotten was this forgetful way of life
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| When I left home, when I lived as if I’d died
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| Sitting on a rock and doing nothing, alone for so long
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| In the dark I found my sight
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| There you name was, written large in letters bright!
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| And there my faith was!
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| «Worry not"declared the night
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| In the great void of my life, I could feel the shape of What was missing
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| Like the way the Woolly Mammoth stands so tall and bold
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| In our minds
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| I was shaking at the size of my cry
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| And the true love it described
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| I know a new day is dawning now and so ends my holy night
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| It’s back to the world I go, back to little girls and
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| Shows,
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| And their worldly woes, all unfurling clothes
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| Will I carry myself slowly enough to remember?
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| I sit on a dark rock doing nothing, still just crowded in There’s the love in flesh and bones. |