| Everything you’d live and die for
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| Reasons leading you through here
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| Perished matriarchal bonds
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| Failing innocence of love
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| When the world beckons your approach
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| It swallows you whole
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| You’ll believe what you’re led to believe
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| In the hands of ghosts we’re never responsible
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| Wait to see what you’re meant to see
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| The veil lifts when you expose your soul
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| Pray’d I would leave this place someday
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| Joined to alarm from long ago now unconcerned
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| Euphorically floating upon wax wings where is the sun?
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| I still see her face; |
| her beauty her grace
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| Transfixed like a light in front of me
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| It follows my soul
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| And swallows me whole
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| You’ll believe what you’re led to believe
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| In the hands of ghosts we’re never responsible
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| Wait to see what you’re meant to see
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| The veil lifts when you expose your soul
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| Left, right, left, right…
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| His branches reached so far before
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| His leaves were bold extremities with great control
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| Wasted along; |
| he died alone
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| You’ll believe what you’re led to believe
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| In the hands of ghosts we’re never responsible
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| Wait to see what you’re meant to see
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| The veil lifts when you expose your soul
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| But the right hand hates the left and the sea’s upset with the sky
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| So we press on in spite of the spite
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| Happiness is a knife when the worlds on its side and your minds on fire
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| Trying to find the trouble with the trouble I’ve found
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| Begging my god to make the wheels go round
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| Eat so much but I never get full
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| Earth opened up and swallowed us whole |