| Well, where were we when stolen turns
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| Of torment heard crept through the trees?
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| The faceless page of loaded leaves
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| The mountain mounds around our feet
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| The soiled and severed dormant reeds
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| On shopfronts filled our brooding streets
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| The love we draw, upon so sweet
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| The moment strained our stillness
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| Above the calls of only men
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| That brave the dirt of handheld pen
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| And in the end our weightless state
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| Was all we had to break away
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| I know I should have stayed that day
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| Your eyes wrapped 'round me still
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| And in the now, this wistful town
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| Was swept and drowned beneath its ground
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| But how the streets adore me now
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| But how the streets adore me now
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| My love, my light, my darkness |