| Pieces of ourselves we left behind
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| When we made our way back across the great divide
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| Pieces of ourselves we lost out on the track
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| Each day the flame burns more candle in the wax
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| Every path I’ve found opens up to you
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| Shards of memories I sought to hide
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| When we had no choice but to smother all the light
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| Shards of truth uncomfortable within
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| I kept their secret closed under the skin
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| Every choice I made led me back to you
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| When dreams are skin and skin is torn
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| When kings have crowns and crowns have thorns
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| Fragments and remains that flashed before us
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| When we sought to fill all the spaces in the gaps
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| Fragments that we hurled so hard into the breach
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| I ran from the shock and then kept you out of reach
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| Everything I’ve lost drives me back to you
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| Pieces of me in word I spelt too late
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| Now that the door is closed and I’m out on the street
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| Pieces of me still remain yet to die
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| Somewhere the truth was held hidden from our eyes
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| Even the unknown still belongs to you
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| When dreams are skin and skin is torn
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| When kings have crowns and crowns have thorns
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| When lives are thread and thread is worn
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| When kings have crowns and crowns have thorns |