| I wore away, as years washed by
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| Like a stone in any riverbed to find
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| But I am flesh and bone, awaiting peace of mind
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| I’ve lost myself in thoughts of days behind
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| Distant memories
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| Form constellations of despair
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| Guiding through the state of disrepair
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| Illuminate
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| All the hurts that have accrued
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| Unlock the cage, holding back the truth
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| I’ll beg to start anew
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| If it will cauterize the wounds
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| Damn these rivers of bad blood
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| And quell the raging of the flood
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| Worn away, the years crawl by
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| As arbors wither slow, becoming deserts, dry
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| Along with flesh and bone, beset on every day
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| By misery, borne within the mind
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| Distant silhouettes
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| Nearly all of them obscured
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| Exposed to be
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| The damages incurred
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| I’ll beg to start anew
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| If it will cauterize the wounds
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| Damn these rivers of bad blood
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| And quell the raging of the flood
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| Laying down in the riverbed
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| Counting the words that I’ve never said to you
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| Their numbers swell so far above my head
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| Wide-open eyes drink in torrential red
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| As I drown |