| There’s a dull ache deep inside my head
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| Endlessly nibbling on my good sense
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| And this scar festers, it just won’t mend
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| Lingering like the oil on the riverbed
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| And I’ve become a witness
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| Communing at the constants
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| Seeing only the edge of dawn and dusk
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| So I delay
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| This destined departure
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| Dangling back and forth
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| Riding this pendulum
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| Of truth and faith
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| Afraid to leave this space
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| This yearning is a reminder
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| To sit, to listen, reconnect, be open
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| Let it be
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| To sit, to listen, reconnect, be open
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| Let it be
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| Dispassioned, I was and learned but a few
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| Took the easier path, set aside my truth
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| Entombed in the past, repainting memories
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| I cling to that fiction, I trail helplessly
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| And I’ve become a witness
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| Communing at the constants
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| Seeing only the edge of dawn and dusk
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| So I delay
|
| This destined departure
|
| Dangling back and forth
|
| Riding this pendulum
|
| Of truth and faith
|
| Afraid to leave this space
|
| This yearning is a reminder
|
| To sit, to listen, reconnect, be open
|
| Let it be
|
| To sit, to listen, reconnect, be open
|
| Let it be
|
| And I’ve become a witness
|
| Communing at the constants
|
| Seeing only the edge of dawn and dusk
|
| So I delay
|
| This destined departure
|
| Dangling back and forth
|
| Riding this pendulum
|
| Of truth and faith
|
| Afraid to leave this space
|
| This yearning is a reminder
|
| To sit, to listen, reconnect, be open
|
| Let it be
|
| To sit, to listen, reconnect, be open
|
| Let it be
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| Let it be
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| Let it be
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| Let it be
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| Let it be
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| Let it be |