| I watched the sunlight cross the furniture
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| And I didn’t flinch when it all got burned away
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| And while in the middle of those fires
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| I always find myself with nothing much to say
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| And I used to wish my blood would travel
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| That my genetic line
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| It wouldn’t end with me
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| But in the light of all that’s built me
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| I see that some dead ends are probably for the best
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| Come find these thoughts and pull them out of me
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| 'Cause they’re nothing I have asked for
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| Sometimes when sleep becomes your enemy
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| It feels better to dream when the sun is accounted for
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| I sang a song I swore I would
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| Until my voice was gone
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| Now I’m just listening
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| While the sunlight cuts its name in my skin
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| And I left my ghost along the shore
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| To find a port to harbor me
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| But I ain’t so young
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| To believe a home is ever very permanent
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| So save yourself a little breath
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| We don’t often change what we’re scared of
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| And we just paint the scars and pretend they were never there
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| You can save yourself a second guess
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| When it’s all a cycle
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| Come find these thoughts and pull them out of me
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| 'Cause they’re nothing I have asked for
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| And sometimes when sleep becomes your enemy
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| It feels better to dream when the sun is accounted for
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| 'Cause I only wanna let this go |