| The lazy way they turned your head
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| Into a rest stop for the dead
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| And did it all in gold and blue and gray
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| The efforts to allay your dread
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| In spite of all you knew and said
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| Were hard to see and harder still to say
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| A comfort plush all laced in lead
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| Was sent to quell your sentiment
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| And keep your trembling sentinel hand at bay
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| And when a sudden silhouette
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| Escaped the top side of your bed
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| I knew you’d never ever be the same
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| Ah, is it not me
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| Am I not folded by your touch
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| The words you spoke, I know too much
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| It’s over now and not enough
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| Ah, is it not me
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| The damage you hold inside your blush
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| The load you towed, you showed it up
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| It’s over now and I’m insane
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| Wild spirit winds from out your chest
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| Collides with world and wilderness
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| It needs a gentle hand to call it home
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| Now surfs the sun and scales the moon
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| And winds the waistband of her womb
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| All eyes ablaze the day you break your mold
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| Ah, is it not me
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| Am I not culled into your clutch
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| The words you spoke, I know too much
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| We’re closer now and said enough
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| Ah, is it not me
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| Am I not rolled into your crush
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| The road you chose unloads control
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| See it take me so
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| Go on throw this stone
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| Into this halfway home |