| Don’t go down so gently into those deep wells
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| Remember your knees in the wet grass
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| I know we’ve been so lost and torn up
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| Don’t go down so gently into those deep wells
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| Remember your knees in the wet grass
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| I know we’ve been so lost and torn up
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| In forests so solemn with regret and sorrow
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| Reach for my, reach for my, reach for my hands;
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| They’re seldom so open and reckless with hope?
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| More often with caution stead fast to the rope
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| I’ve never seen myself so graceful and light;
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| Asleep deep in each other’s memories tonight
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| I’m just waiting on you to bring yourself to justice
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| Forget about the past? |
| it's all wet and rusted
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| I’m just waiting on you to know we’ve been discovered
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| That what we’ve been’s been uncovered
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| I’m just waiting on you
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| Don’t go down so gently into those deep wells
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| We cast shadows past in those wounded fields
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| And something seems so awfully awry in the meadow:
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| A silence that creeps through the dead grass
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| Reach for my, reach for my, reach for my hands
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| They’re icy as sheets in the stiff night
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| We whisper with tales of defeats
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| And wild days behind us so ragged and weak
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| While desperation seeps through the wide sky we’ll speak
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| With the other’s, each others so sunken, so deep
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| Alone but together we’ve emptied our dreams
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| On the floor of this new york apartment we creep
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| Through a darkness we never we thought we would see
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| You’re heartbeat and shirt sleeves, your hair on my cheek
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| I’d die now if only it were up to me
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| I’m guessing we wandered to close to the water
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| The current’s been sweeping us in
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| I’m just waiting on you to bring yourself to justice
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| Forget about the past? |
| it's all wet and rusted
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| I’m just waiting on you to know we’ve been discovered
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| That what we’ve been’s been uncovered
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| I’m just waiting on you to let go of sharp objects
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| And keep those hands kept in context
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| I’m just waiting on you to breathe without permission
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| Acutely drawn with precision
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| I’m just waiting on you
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| I’m guessing we wandered to close to the water
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| The current’s been sweeping us in |