| For years it would settle there
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| Til you called it out by name and feared
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| Nothing but its death was worth your time
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| And when you came to again
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| You tore it down on a whim
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| Always knew the body would win
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| Alright, alright
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| In a season’s shift your wheels had turned
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| And you came to me in the afternoon
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| Your beauty always took me by surprise
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| In a spell of days I pulled it through
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| The thread of hope I clung onto
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| Always knew the body would win
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| Alright, alright
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| Though you did not know it yet
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| Apocalyptic mindset
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| Like fleeting thoughts that met to say goodbye
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| The way the sound leaves a room
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| And leaves the remnants you cling to
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| A stranger’s elation in the night
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| Alright, alright, alright, alright
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| Thanks to Frontman |