| feeling comes and goes, slips away like a fleeting ghost.
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| i need to know where to find it when i need it most.
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| i was always climbing up the wrong trees, got comfy in the shade and lost part
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| of me.
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| then you give me the trope of «the rope», such a silly thing: «were tied
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| together at different of the same string» and there’s and effect to what i do,
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| it pulls on one end and drags you too…
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| and i never wanted it to be this way, when we spoke in code almost every day.
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| and you say now «its like words are the only way» since my head got caught up
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| in outer space.
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| its funny how the things we one day could praise, tomorrow be the force that
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| pushes away.
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| i couldnt find the words i could use to save, a silence you couldnt find a way
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| to break.
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| so we let it be, so quietly, cause i know that there’s a war to fight inside
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| your head when you disengage.
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| i know that there’s a storm to calm.
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| and ready or not.
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| im alone, in the secret spot.
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| you said «all i thought i saw was golden hue…
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| i dont know why i thought you were golden too»
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| when the wall are caving, ceilings coming down and it gets tough.
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| know i love you.
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| i know i dont tell you that enough.
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| but i’ll never tell why, keep those wool covered eyes.
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| oh you’ll hate it once you’ve had enough.
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| and i hate it too but im stuck here till they swoop me up, up, up.
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| yea i hate it too but im stuck here till they swoop me up. |