| It took me almost a year to come
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| I thought I’d appear here prior
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| Therefor shorter was the time
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| Until I found the place you sleep
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| Our past caught up with me again
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| This horizon of mountains, as always threatening
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| Rose up behind me, anything but well-disposed
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| Like an all shattering orb
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| Well, that escalated quickly, unsurprisingly
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| Cause as we know now, we were raised by wolves
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| So take care if you fuck with the fast
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| The past at least won’t fuck you…
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| Never… ever… this melancholy will pass…
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| I set a foot in our city and I feel so relegated
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| The days we lived here as kids, don’t seem too far gone
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| As we hid in these fields together and bolt into the rye
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| I destroyed their childhood memories
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| In getting one thing straight
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| And in doing so, I tried to set their world on fire
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| Now I came for your graveyard
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| For the very first time these days
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| Finally set out for a fleeting visit…
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| In the dead of a night…
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| I carried this picture for the last two hundredth and eighty days
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| Just to put it near your last smile, so near, but far beyond
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| Then I did all my tweak and sniffed it off your tombstone
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| Oh, believe me brother, I gulped it all in one…
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| I’ll never write peace on your wings
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| And let you simmer wordlessly
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| You promised me, that if we leave this place
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| We set free as one
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| But you spoke the words of a coward!
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| Fuck! |
| What have you done?!
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| Now I will smell their scorched earth
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| Until I retire my own worn body…
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| Or I will finally choke on this city’s mephitic air…
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| Never… ever…
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| This melancholy will pass…
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| I set a foot in our city and I feel so relegated
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| The days we lived here as kids
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| Don’t seem too far gone
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| As we hid in these fields together
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| And bolt into the rye… |