| Are you drawn to where the waters deepest
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| The veins of where my thoughts ran cold
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| The frozen current that should have marked the end
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| Was alive beneath the surface
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| But that wasn’t what you wanted afterall
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| Afterall, oh afterall these years
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| So I forgive you for your brevity of words
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| And the ice
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| That encases as long as you will always know
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| The truth
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| And I’ve told you many times before
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| That I can’t speak what I’m feeling
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| And through some words will crest the surface
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| They are only a distraction
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| From the knots that twist and coil
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| In my heart and in my lungs
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| Tying off my useless
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| Voice
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| And I’ll never learn to come clean
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| If the slightest truth destroys me
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| Once again, yes once again
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| I should have held my tongue
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| Once again I will close up
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| And retreat into the silence
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| Where the water’s warm and shallow
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| Where the sun shines off the surface
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| A mirage of my contentment
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| So just forget that for a moment
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| You caught a glimpse of who I was |