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I heard a sound when I was a child |
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Someone was walking through the pillow that night |
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The snow muted the pitch of night |
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A shadow approached across the field in white |
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It's only me |
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It's only me and the sound of my heart it startled me |
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As I drifted from the dark room |
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Face lifted from the paper moon |
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Reflected in the orbit bath |
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He manages to say before he starts to laugh |
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"You can't always trust the darkness and the dust |
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But me I'm just a man it's more than I can understand |
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It's only me" |
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The white noise falls away to reveal the perfect day |
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Where roses bloomed out of thin air and music rose from down the buried stairs |
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It's only mine |
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It's only mine I grew it in the shade when the sun couldn't shine |
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And at times I don't know why tears come to my eyes |
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And what if I go blind as they flow out of my mind |
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It worries me |
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It worries me that there's someone on my mind that I don't see |
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I close my eyes to disappear |
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Into the fields of stars between my ears |
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The dark as they overlap |
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We follow one another as we fade to black |
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It's only night |
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It's only night |
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An ultrasound when I was alive |
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The shadows go spying on the ones in the wild |
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They dip their arrows into the sea |
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They wash their arms as they wait for me |
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They wait for me |
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They wait me |
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Hey wait for me |
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Hey wait for me |
