| The seeds for place and time don’t grow on fields like mine
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| We should leave it all behind with a young, bittersweet goodbye
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| But I need it, I want it I can’t live without it
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| I’ll hurt it, I’ll fix it, and I’ll worship and doubt it
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| It’s all bittersweet goodbyes
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| Until the first light of my soul’s Chicago spring
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| First light, a sliver that shines and the coldest heart sings
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| They cut the leaves for power lines each season
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| Like new ideas to dollar signs, you’ll have to cut me up every time
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| The store brand is better than simply nothing at all
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| When the fire needs its starter
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| I’ll take the store brand of my burning love
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| Until the first light of my soul’s Chicago spring
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| First light, a sliver that shines and the coldest heart sings
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| Unforgiving, indifferent, it shines
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| It brings dust in the corners to life
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| Until the first light
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| Give up the last lie
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| Until the first light of my soul’s Chicago spring
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| It’s a bitter and sweet goodbye but we’re overdue for first light
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| First light of my soul’s Chicago spring |