It's knowing what's important
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hidden lockets of your hair
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felt excactly every moment
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even moments we never share
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And all this land has been discovered
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every frame infront of me
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is describing in a story
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a familiar history
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Through a city that's all closing
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atleast it's closing in on me
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but you're too old to remember
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or I'm too young to agree
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Secret teachings take me somewhere strange
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shadows gained and bottles drain
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let your tears fall in the shape
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of everyone of the American states
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If I could see your face
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before it's born and raised
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before it was born and raised
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in memories wake
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Reassure me into changing names
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vision strained a seconds change
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to be secure of everything
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if I could make another world
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We're like flies landing on flies
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we suffer what we never try
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so I slick my hair and I stamp my feet
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until the darkness
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until the darkness is complete
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If I could see your face
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before it's born and raised
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before it was born and raised
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in memories wake
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Make Another World
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| Idlewild |
