| You don’t believe what you don’t see
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| Each grain of sand beneath the sea
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| You have no faith in a dream
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| Fade into the landspace, unseem
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| In a field of weeds, killing time
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| A winding river rushes by
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| All the while you seem to be going blind
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| A cold numb grey in your eyes
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| Breathe in, breathe deep
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| A lifetime is too long to sleep
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| Staring at lightning won’t keep you warm
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| You hear the thunder, but can’t get out of the storm
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| Growing weak and thin
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| This has to end where it begins
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| Waiting for winter’s first snow
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| To cover your tracks, so no-one will know
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| That you ever lived, or ever lied
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| You wouldn’t give, never tried
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| No words worth air ever sound
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| From a flightless bird, bound to the ground
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| Breathe in, breathe deep
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| A lifetime is too long to sleep
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| Staring at lightning won’t keep you warm
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| You hear the thunder, but can’t get out of the storm |