| Opening these eyes for the first time
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| As if they had seen all along
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| And never to speak again of these grey skies
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| That have held me captive
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| For so long I’ve been waiting
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| To return to the world left behind me
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| Follow these callings beyond the storm
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| Desperately reaching out for hints of solace
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| Dying to know why this seems so momentary
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| The time against the tide, always dreading the shore
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| The wreck, I relived over and over again
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| The agony in your eyes, the fear for our lives
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| With the prayer you not be taken
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| Follow these callings beyond the storm
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| Desperately reaching out for hints of solace
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| Dying to know why this seems so momentary
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| the time against the tide, always dreading the shore
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| Oh God, was her life spared?
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| Follow these callings beyond the storm
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| Desperately reaching out for hints of solace
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| Dying to know why this seems so momentary
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| the time against the tide, always dreading the shore |