| some distant part of me remembers
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| where the missile silos are concealed
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| the place all endings are imagined
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| i know it’s real
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| i know it’s real
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| but there must be time left
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| to confuse the coordinates
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| where the whirling birds nest
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| but how can i climb when i’m tethered from below
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| a silhouette cut from a glowing window
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| the other life i’m letting go
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| call
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| i won’t turn around
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| i faced us backwards even then
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| so this can’t be happening now
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| it’s just an echo’s end
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| waterfall
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| can i be renamed
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| the old underground’s been locked and sold
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| songbirds bursting up from the snow
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| here
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| time returns
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| the days and nights you stole
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| can’t i have just one kiss
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| was it always so dangerous
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| was it all that first hit
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| and the fallout that preys on the sound
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| of the all clear
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| i sing a few songs to a tattered atmosphere
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| but more and more
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| i disappear
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| call out
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| i won’t turn around
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| all those telegrams were sent
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| from a phantom finding now
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| and if not now
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| when?
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| waterfall
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| can i be redeemed
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| blood vessels drinking up the cold
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| songbirds bursting up from the snow
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| here
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| time returns
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| the days and nights you stole
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| the valley’s beautiful tonight
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| i watch the stars take up
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| their shields
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| and no one else needs to believe it
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| i know it’s real
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| i know it’s real |