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[ti:Holding] |
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[ar:Grouper] |
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[al:] |
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I hear you calling and I want to come |
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Run straight into the valleys of your arms and disappear there |
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But I know my love could fail you |
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Because in a clearing when the sunlight comes |
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Exposing all the shadows in our intricate behavior |
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I see a sort of fading |
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We build our own unfolding |
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It's in the morning when the sadness comes |
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The tears fall down in patterns on the windows |
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And our shape is undone |
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You only wanted holding |
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And I let my structure fail you |
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You know, I watched as it unfolded |
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And in the image of the other hand |
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A needle drawing pictures in the blood that runs the valley |
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Your honesty engraves me |
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Stay the line |
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The pain of its derailing |
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And in the water |
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Where a mirror opens up |
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To show the gravity of non-repeating patterns |
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When no one else can hold you |
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Come in and then unfold |
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Oh the lines |
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I'm lying just to hold you |
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It's in the evening when the moonlight comes |
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Illuminating silver in the rivers as they run into the sea |
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The beauty of their failure |
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As the tides erase their lining |
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There's nothing left to hold to |