| Be still
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| Bird of winter prey
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| Lay down
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| Your faster thinning frame
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| Be gone
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| The salting of the wound
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| Return
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| The harvest we once knew
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| We’re more than just the blood of what we’ve done
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| We’re more than just the blood of what we’ve done
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| Dry mouth
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| The water soon will rise
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| New birds
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| Will feather up the sky
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| Shake until they pass
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| What words of them will last
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| We’re more than just the blood of what we’ve done
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| We’re more than just the blood of what we’ve done
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| Let sleep your eyes until the morning comes
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| We’re more than just the blood of what we’ve done |