| I should have known better
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| To see what I could see
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| My black shroud
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| Holding down my feelings
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| A pillar for my enemies
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| I should have wrote a letter
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| And grieve what I happen to grieve
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| My black shroud
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| I never trust my feelings
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| I waited for the remedy
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| When I was three, three maybe four
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| She left us at that video store
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| Be my rest, be my fantasy
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| I’m light as a feather
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| I’m bright as the Oregon breeze
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| My black shroud
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| Frightened by my feelings
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| I only wanna be a relief
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| No, I’m not a go-getter
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| The demon had a spell on me
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| My black shroud
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| Captain of my feelings
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| The only thing I wanna believe
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| When I was three, and free to explore
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| I saw her face on the back of the door
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| Be my rest, be my fantasy
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| I should have known better
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| Nothing can be changed
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| The past is still the past
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| The bridge to nowhere
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| I should have wrote a letter
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| Explaining what I feel, that empty feeling
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| Don’t back down, concentrate on seeing
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| The breakers in the bar, the neighbor’s greeting
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| My brother had a daughter
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| The beauty that she brings, illumination
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| Don’t back down, there is nothing left
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| The breakers in the bar, no reason to live
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| I’m a fool in the fetter
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| Rose of Aaron’s beard, where you can reach me
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| Don’t back down: nothing can be changed
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| Cantilever bridge, the drunken sailor
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| My brother had a daughter
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| The beauty that she brings, illumination |