| I mouth your name a thousand times
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| But never could prepare
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| To know exactly what you are
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| The blissful unaware
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| And every chosen memory
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| Carves into my skin
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| It slips with every fading smile
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| Sinking further in
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| And as I reach into the night
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| Grasping for your connection in some way
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| To find myself again
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| There is more of this to come
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| There is nothing that I cannot be
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| Without a way to separate the dream from reality
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| And as the red punches through the night
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| Feasting on ambition
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| Open to a multitude of light
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| Pulling me down to the deepest core
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| And as I reach into the night
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| I’m grasping for you
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| Aching for that imagined perpetuity
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| Feeding me
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| Feeding love, feeding rage
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| I’m beginning to see me through
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| My conscience, my existance, my all
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| Flickers of feathers and swords in the new thrive
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| I’ve been waiting for signals from you all along to dive
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| There is nothing that I cannot be
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| Without a way to separate the dream from reality
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| There is nothing that I cannot be
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| Without a way to separate the dream from reality |