| I traced your shape and counted the days and you just erased me.
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| I hit the ground and I make no sound as your heels pierced me.
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| I scarred my face to conquer my pride and you cocooned in your misery.
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| I plucked you up from a bed of nails and hung me for your salvation.
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| can I come down?
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| there’s been a mistake.
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| can I come down?
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| isn’t this what you asked of me?
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| you lost faith.
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| blinding white.
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| and just before my chest caved in, I climbed back down I caught your scent but
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| the wolves beat me to you.
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| stopped behind the place where we met.
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| found strands of your dress they were all that was left.
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| I dug you up the night you died and this is what you asked me, «when will the sun overthrow the eclipse.
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| I’m just waiting for this night to end.
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| leave me here, just go."as the dusk set in.
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| as the sickness spread.
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| I took one glance behind.
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| and you had disappeared.
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| slipping right through my fingers.
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| gripping as tight as I can.
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| slipping right through my hands we can’t look back.
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| they’ve got the searchlights on us.
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| stay close you’ll be alright.
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| with shadows as my guide.
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| I’m looking for the answer.
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| I will be the one who breaks the constant midnight.
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| tossed to the swine.
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| I make the climb from the abyss.
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| lost.
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| into the night.
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| to the abyss.
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| I trace your shape to memory I traced your shape.
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| eraser. |