| Woke to winter through my window falling
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| Though I swore it was spring
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| I could measure the progress stalling
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| In the snow covering
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| I’m walking asleep now through the best of my life
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| I’m wearing my knees out digging for light
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| There’s a crack in the wall and the ceiling
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| And a door that won’t close
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| There is a stack in the hall that’s revealing
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| Something I ought to know
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| I’m walking asleep now through the best of my life
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| I’m wearing my knees out digging for light
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| I’m trying to break now, the collar’s too tight
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| I’m walking asleep now
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| Through the best of my life
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| I spent the night as an endless day
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| Said goodnight, and good morning from the same chair
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| And the city, came to life
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| Before my eyes, one by one
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| Persons become people
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| People become crowds
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| And silence became loud
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| So I went out to run with no direction in mind
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| Just a need to be done with the toeing the line
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| So I climbed up the hill and I ran through the street
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| And I said not a word though my lungs did repeat
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| I’m not walking asleep now though the best of my life
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| I’m not wearing my knees out digging for light
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| I am learning to breath now though the collar is tight
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| I’m not walking asleep now
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| Through the best of my life |