| I don’t hear you speak anymore
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| You’re fading away
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| Today I was a weightless gust of easy southern air
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| I don’t feel your heat anymore
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| You never could stay
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| I dropped the awkward chains of earthly promises
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| I drifted and my emptiness was blissfully aware
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| that all that mattered of myself was there
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| I thought that I knew who you were
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| But how could I know
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| Today I was a lonely rusted wreck beside the road
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| You’re always searching for
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| Things you carry with you
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| and every life that passed by mired me deeper
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| I waited for the rain to pour and wash me clean and cold
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| or for the loving earth to take me whole
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| Each day I wait for some new shape to take me till I know
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| what is the shape that truth will take, what will it show
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| Waiting I graze the sky
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| grasping all I pass by
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| Fall, lose all, all falls away
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| When you started dreaming
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| I thought it would be fleeting
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| Was it a naive thing
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| Thinking we would always be
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| You’ve lost your face now
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| You take up no space now
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| You’ve turned around, shut down
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| Without a goodbye, without making a sound
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| I come and go and never know when I will find my way
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| But I will trust in life and lust to lead me day by day
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| Each day I wait for some new shape to take me till I am
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| The honesty I long to be; |
| where I began |