| I wander the forest
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| still under her spell
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| no pathway to follow
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| in darkness we dwell
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| well sleep’s never easy
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| when your days are ill-spent
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| dreams of boats burning
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| refuse to relent
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| The more I try to feign
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| the less I belong
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| and the truth is so lonely
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| when there’s only yourself to be strong
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| It’s the end of the lie
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| nothing is worth more than time
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| when passion is compromised
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| it’s the end of the lie
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| The songbird is silent
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| whenever we approach
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| her disdain defiant
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| all three of us know
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| So the law I must break
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| as these days are to long
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| and the roof is so homely
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| when below me
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| there’s so much that’s wrong
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| It’s the end of the lie
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| nothing is worth more than time
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| when passion is compromised
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| it’s the end of the lie
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| It’s the end of the lie
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| nothing is worth more than time
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| more lament than lullaby
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| it’s the end of the lie
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| All Sunday a knot deep in my stomach
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| for the pain Monday’s laid in store
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| with Tuesday to Thursday the poison prevails
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| then Friday and Saturday
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| is the torpor
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| I’ve come to deplore
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| It’s the end of the lie
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| nothing is worth more than time
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| when passion is compromised
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| it’s the end of the lie
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| It’s the end of the lie
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| nothing is worth more than time
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| more lament than lullaby
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| it’s the end of the lie |