| Riverside stained glass
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| Trees will fall, we’ll clear our path
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| Through the waters we tread
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| Uncertainty swims with dread
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| Against the waves we’ll carry on
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| The best of intentions are never wrong
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| Beneath the surface I swore I saw, a memory, a picture drawn
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| Pixelated, blood shot eyes
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| The heavens open, The angels sigh
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| Bail me out before I capsize
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| Snow falls my feet head to the north
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| I don’t understand what you’re searching for
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| What if I told you I couldn’t close my eyes
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| From seeing the things that I I left behind
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| I guess I’d be an example of a stolen youth, a stolen love
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| Medicate me, cut the loss a shipwrecked life and you’re the cause
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| Clutch the wheel and brace yourself feeling things you’ve never felt
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| Pixelated, blood shot eyes
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| The heavens open, The angels sigh
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| Bail me out before I capsize
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| Snow falls my feet head to the north
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| I don’t understand what you’re searching for |