| Like a crimminal guilty on all counts, rattling his cage with every ounce of resolve he never had, I was convicted.
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| Then I took the pardon and the walls came down, but I must like it here,
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| 'cause I keep hanging around for a better suit, and an escort, and a winning
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| lottery ticket.
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| First we waited for miracles. |
| Then we needed a sign. |
| Now we’re here to confess
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| we’ve wasted the time.
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| Every blade will wither and fade, as the old man dies again. |
| Season pass,
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| we’re clinging to grass, 'cause we’ve lost the sky again.
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| Like a woman trying to give birth, she strains, she labors, she’s not sure if it’s worth the suffering, as she wonders, How long?
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| When I first heard the rumor you were coming back I confess my impatience,
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| I guess I lost track of what I’m to persevere for,
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| of the reason you put me here for. |
| Back then it was any day now.
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| Never dreamed we were wrong. |
| Now we’re shaking our heads, wondering, how long?
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| Every blade… I feel a moment of your perfect love. |
| I catch a glimmer of your
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| sweet grace. |
| But it only makes me long for the day when I look full in your
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| face. |