| As the clouds below are gently unaware
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| That the sun did cry for us until we knew it’s shape
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| Gravity pulling life from the body into a map of the seas
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| Oh my, i’ve written one too many lies this time
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| Muscles as sore as the loser I am
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| Brilliant is he who makes his move but knows exactly where he should have gone
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| to the ones who’ve held me back
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| Write as the reader you are
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| Until the end of all time
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| I hid my face in your dress
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| To act as my disquise
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| To hide the face that in 13 years
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| I would see my own damn eyes
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| Brilliant is he who makes his move but knows exactly where he should have gone
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| to the ones who’ve held me back
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| Write as the reader you are
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| Until the end of all time |