| Feel the wind
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| On your skin as all the branches rattle
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| Thinking that it’s one big battle
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| Life feels like a sin
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| Gazing in
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| Through a lifetime of conflicted chatter
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| Heart and soul all bruised and battered
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| Where can you begin?
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| And do we really run in parallel?
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| Because it feels like I’m living someone else’s life
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| And I think I’ve forgiven those who caused me strife
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| And I know someday we’ll be gone
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| But someday might be long
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| And she sits
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| In a spot that faces out the window
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| Face is hidden in a shadow
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| Fingers on her wrist
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| Don’t resist
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| As the clock ticks out the moments slowly
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| Knowing you are less than holy
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| Hidden in the mist
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| And if the hands could just reverse
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| Could you pull through and break the curse?
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| Because it feels like I’m living someone else’s life
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| And I think I’ve forgiven those who caused me strife
|
| And I know someday we’ll be gone
|
| But someday might be long
|
| Feel the wind
|
| On your skin as all the branches rattle
|
| Thinking that it’s one big battle
|
| Where do you begin?
|
| Do we really run in parallel?
|
| Because it feels like I’m living someone else’s life
|
| And I think I’ve forgiven those who caused me strife
|
| And I know someday we’ll be gone
|
| But someday might be long
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| But someday might be long
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| But someday might be long |