| I have learned that life is always in motion
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| Constantly changing and shaping itself just like the ocean
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| These tides change like the winds, where do I begin?
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| Let’s hold our breath and wait for a certainty found only in death
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| Struggling to breathe
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| You found clarity and closure
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| And that means much more to me
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| I want you complete
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| Even if it tastes like defeat
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| Forget not what first colored you in grey
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| Forced hands tremble and sway
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| Rotting, beginning to decay
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| We separate
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| Paint me as everything you wanted to be
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| Swallow it down, does it taste like defeat?
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| You can make me the martyr
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| Just make yourself complete
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| This separation
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| Can we find relief in each other
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| Or is separation all we’ll ever know?
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| Hands bound by ropes
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| With high hopes
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| Do you still believe in us?
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| I remember the moment
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| When this feeling was more than enough
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| We find ourselves in the strangest of circumstances
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| A fork in the road is approaching fast
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| Just how long can we make this time last?
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| Paint me as everything you wanted to be
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| Swallow it down, does it taste like defeat? |
| You can make me the martyr
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| Just make yourself complete
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| This separation
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| Can we find relief in each other
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| Or is separation all we’ll ever know?
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| This emptiness will always show
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| That this place is not what we call home
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| Apparitions call to me by name
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| My disposition will never be the same
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| This emptiness will always show
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| That this place is not what you call home
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| Your apparition haunts me just the same
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| Longing for what first colored you in grey
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| Forget not what first colored you in grey |