| Safe in their own sweet wild wood
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| They lay to rest and join the sands
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| Enwrapped in pale blue moonlight
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| Our fair aurora paints the night
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| The pious murmur, hushed voices
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| That they won’t sleep in cloud
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| Just sulfur flashes from lakes of ashes
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| I’ll switch up the skin just let them in
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| Let them in
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| So tell me, my Gods
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| Will our loved and lost answer to only you?
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| In search of clarity
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| With a heart this frozen
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| Just speak true to me
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| Young castaway, swim into your ocean
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| Hold me closer while I wait for closure
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| I can promise you silence
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| But I won’t promise no violence
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| But abandoned crosses make him the crossest
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| Only lives lived with purity
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| So tell me, my Gods
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| Will our loved and lost answer to only you?
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| In search of clarity
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| With a heart this frozen
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| I can’t stand, can’t stand by the thought
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| That we won’t find rest
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| Will my loves be chosen
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| With a heart this frozen
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| With a heart this frozen
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| I’m just exhausted for those accosted
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| I’ll give you life, I’ll give you love
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| I’ll swallow death, I’ll give you my breath
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| I’ll give you my breath (I'll paint you new life)
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| I’ll give you my breath (I'll paint you new life)
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| I’ll give you my breath (I'll paint you new life)
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| So tell me, my Gods
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| Will our loved and lost answer to only you?
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| In search of clarity
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| With a heart this frozen
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| I can’t stand, can’t stand by the thought
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| That we won’t find rest
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| In search of clarity
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| Will my loves be chosen
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| With a heart this frozen
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| With a heart this frozen
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| A heart this frozen, frozen |