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Are you in or are you out |
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The words are stones in my mouth |
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Hush little baby don't you cry |
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Truth comes down |
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Strikes me in the eye |
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Turning season within |
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Brand new nails across my skin |
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But who am I to imply |
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That I was found |
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That I found you in the white |
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To overcome this |
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I become one with |
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The quiet cold of late november |
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If you don't see |
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I'll remain unseen |
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Until there's time to be remembered |
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So I had a green light |
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I was lost in city lights |
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Not far from a try |
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This is not our last goodbye |
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So I found you |
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Found a way all through |
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The quiet cold of inner darkness |
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And now that you're here |
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It becomes so clear |
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I have waited for you always |
