| In the day you were born when you fell to the earth
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| When the sun hit your eyes when it shadowed your birth
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| You were perfect enough
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| You were flowers held over the sea
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| You mother was moonlight
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| Your father the stars
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| You were free of illusion, delusion of scars
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| Before innocence fell to the wolves before blood was drawn
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| Before innocence fell to the wolves before blood was drawn
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| And the moon and the infinite tree
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| When all that you were was to be
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| The moment you truly were more than yourself you knew what it was to be free
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| And there you were taught of desire and shame
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| Of the sickness of sorrow the weakness of blame
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| When your spirit was held to the flames of your wanton mind
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| It was there you knew loss, it was there you knew pain
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| The storm raged in your heart; |
| thunder, lightning it rained
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| «Is this human?», you ask yourself over and over again
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| «Is this human?», you ask yourself over and over again
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| The silence that turned you to stone
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| The sufferin' that left you alone
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| When hope was forsaken you carried your cross
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| To the stillness that led you back home
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| By the sun and the illness of man
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| Through everything made with intent
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| Your reflection begins to appear through your love
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| It’s the light that your soul understands
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| The silence that turned you to stone
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| The sufferin' that left you alone
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| When hope was forsaken you carried your cross
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| To the stillness that led you back home
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| Your vessel in carrying hands
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| Fell back to the water from man
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| You accept what you don’t understand
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| The sun and the illness of man |