| like all my thoughts that fade away.
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| And every night I pray for something,
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| then every day I throw it all away.
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| All birds sing something,
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| their songs define our means,
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| their songs define our lives.
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| Praying for something,
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| as I release my arrow and it pierces their eyes.
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| I will be alone.
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| Tie me down with nothing but a string,
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| and preach your faith in nothing…
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| I’ll mourn for you with the passing of our time.
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| When will we see our shadows without light?
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| The time will come,
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| when all that’s left is all our demons here to fight.
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| We’ll all be swallowed, live and whole,
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| blisters from digging our own holes.
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| We’ll be too deep to see the light.
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| We’ll be too lost to set things right.
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| Nice to meet you, Mr. Maker.
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| Nice to meet you, see you later!
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| Who never knew who? |