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First I was a hatching |
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Waiting for my little bones to form |
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Next I was a fledgling |
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Leaping from the nest, despite the fall |
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Oh they fall, how we fall |
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But if I speak to you of days upon the ocean |
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I can speak to you of memories and dust |
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There won't be time for all of us |
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I know there won't be time for all of us |
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I landed in the garden |
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Longing for the view behind the fence |
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Oh my God, I prayed my bones weren't brittle |
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For the air we float on can feel dense |
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Oh, the weight of it aches |
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But if I speak to you of days upon the ocean |
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I can speak to you of memories and dust |
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There won't be time for all us |
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I know there won't be time for all of us |
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'Cause I saw two fall before they were ready to |
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And I found no sense or gain to bear the cost |
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Comfort comes to those with faith in mysterious ways |
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But for me faith don't make up for what we lost |
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But if I speak to you of days upon the ocean |
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I can speak to you of memories and dust |
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There won't be time for all us |
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I know there won't be time for all of us |
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But in the morning, I can smell you on my pillow |
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I need to know we won't get wrung out in the wash |
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I need to know there's time for us |
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I must believe there's time for some of us |
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'Cause I saw two fall before they were ready to |
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And I found no sense or gain to bear the cost |
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Comfort comes to those with faith in mysterious ways |
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But for me faith don't make up for what we lost |
