| I lost sight of the raging waters
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| Below the surface where I lay
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| Fractures slip like ghosting fish
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| Below my fingertips
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| I watched the days in proud procession
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| Upon the icy pools above
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| And seen the stars like distant fires
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| That follow each day through
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| Cold dawn in the world that I built
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| Cold water and chiseled stone
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| Maybe time will one day find me
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| Maybe then I’ll get back home
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| Cold dusk in a world that I made
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| My memories are all I know
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| So if you’re searching, I’m still waiting
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| Where is time to bring me home
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| I drew regret with a dull blue pencil
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| Deep beneath the danger mark
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| It left me here below the ocean
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| Below the wreckage of my heart
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| And now I breathe this cold dead water
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| No time to give what others steal
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| No song of life to make things better
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| No warmth in love for me to feel
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| Cold dawn
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| Waiting for the night to come |