| When this horrid sea started boring me
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| Thats when i knew these days would get longer.
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| When my own inventions became common place
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| I realized i had become a bit ordinary.
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| When out of breaking clouds, came a brighter sky
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| I realized i should probably look up more often
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| When my instincts order me, i always give in.
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| Cause no matter how much i dress myself up, i’m still an animal.
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| And i inch myself towards let go
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| I inch myself like a wrecking ball into shadows.
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| When missing you became normal state
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| Thats when i knew these days would get much longer.
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| When you come to stay and then you go away
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| I usually only remember the goodbye.
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| But i’ve got years to waste and i’m plenty wasteful.
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| I’ve got a bomb for every structure that i’ve crafted.
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| And i’m thankful, i’m plenty cynical
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| With a giant question mark placed after my every statement.
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| So on this island
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| I hold close to me
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| A few things that i won’t let go.
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| Clutching them so they won’t wash away. |