| We cut our tongues
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| On the grey of morning for the one we love
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| The sisters argued about what was done
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| As joy and sorrow often do
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| On the mantle hangs
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| Our hearts with yours and all the sticky pain
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| The same thing that we have blamed
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| Is the same thing that we need
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| The shadows light can bring
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| In the joy and suffering
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| The shadows light can bring
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| In the joy and suffering
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| In the arms
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| Of saint felicity is a thousand storms
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| Quietly rusting but still giving hope
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| This is a comma, not a period
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| Curse the birds
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| For singing on a day when we have hurt
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| Tryin' to see through eyes that weeping blurred
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| If I could see you would it even change?
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| The shadows light can bring
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| In the joy and suffering
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| The shadows light can bring
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| In the joy and suffering
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| Rend for me a thousand shades of blue
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| Give constellations new consolations
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| The shadow you cast continues
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| But a silver lining, silver lining
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| Rend for me a thousand shades of blue
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| Give constellations new consolations
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| The shadow you cast continues
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| But a silver lining, silver lining
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| Wraps itself around you, wraps itself around you
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| In a kindness only darkness proves
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| Wraps itself around you, wraps itself around you
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| In a kindness only darkness proves
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| Wraps itself around you, wraps itself around you
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| In a kindness only darkness proves |