| It took a crane all day to pull his piano from the river
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| That’s when the hope that you’d been holding all gave out
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| Seven years go by and now you get this nameless postcard
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| That says, «You and me—let's have a talk about doubt»
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| (Let's have a talk about)
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| What sets your soul on fire?
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| What sets your soul on fire?
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| What sets your soul on fire?
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| And now you see the sun where once you saw your own reflection
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| So push your face into the mirror till it breaks
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| And oh the shattered glass, will sing the dream of death and water
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| Saying, «You and me—let's have a talk about the wake»
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| (Let's have a talk about)
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| What sets your soul on fire?
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| What sets your soul on fire?
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| What sets your soul on fire?
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| And if you climb
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| Back in time
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| You’ll find the breath
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| That gave birth to the whirlwind
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| Sighed
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| From your inside
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| Your own design
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| In a forever circling
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| Wind
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| Back in time
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| You’ll find the breath
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| That gave birth to the whirlwind
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| Sighed
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| From your inside
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| Your own design
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| In a forever circling
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| Run run run on through the rain, don’t listen to the warnings
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| And all the skulkers saying someday you’ll come home
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| 'Cause all they’ll find is your graffiti poems of cremation
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| That say, «You and me—let's have a talk about bones»
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| Talk about bones
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| What sets your soul on fire?
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| What sets your soul on fire?
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| What sets your soul on fire?
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| What sets your soul on fire?
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| What sets your soul on fire?
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| What sets your soul on fire? |