| Haven’t seen a word in a span of days
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| Listen for the slow and steady hum
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| Saying you’re everything to everything you’re saying
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| It’s not the answer you devoured or the quest to find the question
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| Just the sound that came before the first step and never turned around again
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| I don’t want to freeze inside
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| I fell in love with the burn out here
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| But a little on the lighter side
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| I’m here alone and you don’t ask why
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| Write it down, Anna
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| Can you hear me now?
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| Autograph and send it through the air
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| Say you’re everything 'cause you’re everything I’m not
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| The knife won’t cut the rope tied to me
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| It breaks and frays to nothing (To nothing)
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| Comfort sorrow and you’ll hold that weapon by the jagged blade
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| Caught between a dream and a dream
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| I pulled at the seams
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| We’re always between trading the dawn for dusk
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| Exchanging rot for rust
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| I’ll testify with a torch burning black from the mouth of a night-stained sky
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| I’ll stand in the sun cutting shapes into shade
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| You can hold the hilt, I’ll be the blade
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| I don’t want to freeze inside
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| I fell in love with the burn out here
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| But a little on the lighter side
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| I’m here alone and you don’t ask why
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| You’re the reason
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| You’re the sound that lights the way before the first step and never turned
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| around again
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| All hail
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| Yeah, all hail |