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No tomorrows |
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Left in shadow |
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I like the discipline to |
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Face the waves and |
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Drown inside of them |
| [01:32.83] |
My nature is to spin like a |
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Grain of sand whenever a tide comes in |
| [01:43.11] |
The certainties have shifted |
| [01:47.22] |
Words deleted incompleted |
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The hissing drift of wintering |
| [01:57.73] |
Scalded scar of his words leaves a stain |
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No tomorrows |
| [02:08.07] |
Left in shadow |
| [02:24.05] |
Like beggars we would meet again |
| [02:28.39] |
In the months to come and the years |
| [02:34.16] |
Exchanging consciousness |
| [02:39.02] |
Exchanging reason and tears |
| [02:44.29] |
Released from all the pain |
| [02:48.66] |
Only a bittersweet savor remains |
| [02:55.45] |
And the barest have to glow |
| [02:59.44] |
A trace of that state of floating is |
| [03:05.59] |
No tomorrows left in shadow |
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No tomorrows left in shadow |
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No tomorrows left in shadow |
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No tomorrows left in shadow |
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No tomorrows left in shadow |
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No tomorrows left in shadow |
