| The lines on your face tell their own stories
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| The hard, empty spaces where all the words should be
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| I sit in silence in the memory of you
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| The ache that I feel is all that my heart knows
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| The words that I’ve kept that I’ll never let go
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| I fill the silence with memories of you
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| But settle down into the clear
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| Leave me high, leave me here
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| I can’t find my way out
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| Tethered to the thought of you
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| Bound beneath the tides that prolong
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| And I would leave
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| But I remember
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| Caught in between the spaces you left me
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| What used to be sits old and empty
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| Take my heart and erase all the hues
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| Fall into haze forgetting the reverie
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| What’s left of my head is livid and heavy
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| I lose my mind to the memories you bruise
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| So settle down into the clear
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| You leave me high, leave me here
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| I can’t find my way out
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| Tethered to the thought of you
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| Bound beneath the tides that prolong
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| Oh
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| Settle down into the clear
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| You leave me high, leave me here
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| I can’t find my way out
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| I’m tethered to the thought of you
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| Bound beneath the tides that prolong |
| And I would leave
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| But I remember
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| The lines of your face |