| Ivy growing up on the bleeding walls
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| Every leaf a breath of the story
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| Autumn and the all fall down
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| Now I’m seeing clearly how
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| Heavy is our glory
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| Because I won’t find it
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| There’s no one quite like you
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| And I still hold on entangled in your roots
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| Just like I was fifteen summers young
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| And I closed my eyes I knew you’d come
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| As I imagined someone like, someone like, like you
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| Someone like you
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| So tell me where the nomad wanders on
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| Is it in a world untraveled?
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| Is it where the music plays?
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| Filling up the empty space
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| It’s where you left me fragile
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| Because I won’t find it
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| There’s no one quite like you
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| And I still hold on entangled in your roots
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| Just like I was fifteen summers young
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| And I closed my eyes I knew you’d come
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| As I imagined someone like, someone like, like you
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| Someone like you
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| Someone like
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| Someone like you
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| Someone like
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| Someone like you
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| Because I won’t find it
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| There’s no one quite like you
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| And I still hold on entangled in your roots
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| Just like I was fifteen summers young
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| And I closed my eyes I knew you’d come
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| As I imagined someone like, someone like, like you |