| I’m bleeding white through my clothes
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| But I’m lying in the snow
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| So nobody knows I’m dying
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| If I stand on my feet, will the plan be complete?
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| Or is the plan me not trying?
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| I left you behind
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| But you can find me if I don’t wander too far away
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| Perhaps in another life I would be more like you
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| Or you more like me, let’s just disagree
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| Don’t say you know my type, I’m one of a kind
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| Let’s thank God for merciful variety
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| I left you behind
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| But you can find me if I don’t wander too far away
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| It’s too far along to feign ignorance
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| Too far along to play it down
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| And you’re far too smart to fall for
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| The part that I’ve been playing
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| I’m bleeding gold in the streets
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| But there’s no one to see
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| Because the kingdom is empty
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| They all left in the night, spirits broken in spite
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| Of all the promise of morning
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| Ya’ll left me behind
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| But I can find you
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| If you don’t wander too far away
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| Yeah, you don’t wander too far away
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| Yeah, you don’t wander too far away
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| Yeah, you don’t wander too far away
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| Yeah, you don’t wander too far away |