They were taking small pains
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To not make him realize
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Made him feel he’s different
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Through and through
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A monster in his own way
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Communicative quarantine
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Unleashed on the world without a clue
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Surrounded by the ghosts of paling pictures
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They come and slip away
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Vivid memories roll and spin
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If only they would suck me in
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We’re going up like fire in
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Just the blink between the dream
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And the memories and the embers
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Of what we’d hoped it all would be
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Breathing odour of lavender
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And it’s all coming back to me
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Wish I didn’t fail to say those
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Words before you’d have to leave
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A soul, a storm, a journey across the waves
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Here I stand and survey
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What the Father’s cast my way
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A wind got up to bode times of change
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I close the door behind me
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Know the day break is too far
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Me and who I was:
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Alone, estranged
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Surrounded by the scent invoking pictures
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Gone and yet so clear
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Vivid memories roll and spin
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If only they would suck me in
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We’re going up like fire in
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Just the blink between the dream
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And the memories and the embers
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Of what we’d hoped it all would be
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Breathing odour of lavender
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And it’s all coming back to me
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Wish I didn’t have to see now
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What back then I didn’t see
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A soul, a storm, a journey across the waves
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The crazy part ain’t dreaming, wishing on a falling star
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It’s the world that’s in between the cope and you
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I close my eyes and see a magic world in sepia
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That cast me out onto a road without a clue
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We’re going up like fire in
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Just the blink between the dream
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And the memories and the embers
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Of what we’d hoped it all would be
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We’re going up like fire in
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Just the blink between the dream
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And the memories and the embers
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Of what we’d hoped it all would be
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Breathing odour of lavender
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And it’s all coming back to me
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Wish I didn’t fail to say those
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Words before you’d have to leave
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A soul, a storm, a journey across the waves
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A soul, a storm, a journey across the waves
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A soul, a storm, a journey across the waves |