| Move through the light, barely awake
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| Pink-blue lye on salty break, so long
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| Spaces in the dark feel far away
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| Called to mind a place where it used to rain
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| I see you in a nothing sky
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| Now the morning is mended
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| You, moving through
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| As a likeness to defend it
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| Morning is mended
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| Morning is mended
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| Song and sea came out of me
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| Left it on the steps and walked away, goodbye
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| Don’t wait long, I’ll be gone
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| Thoughts of you are etched upon my mind
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| I, I’m a nothing sky
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| Story’s never-ending
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| You, moving through
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| As a likeness to defend it
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| Morning is mended
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| Morning is mended |