I sat and contemplated everything and nothing came
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This dry skin is aging and cracking, but I still sing
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Let the sun wash over me
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These warm thoughts are a shade of the truth
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Seem to be a forest growing out of harvest
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Keeping me sustained
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Straying from the obvious into the strange
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It was in an effort ending up the same
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Their voice speaks now
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Other than my own echo in the cavern of our useless skull
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I am just a stain on a dress you've made
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The beauty in the stitching elegances...
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Block the rain
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Aiming at this broken shell
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Countless as far as I can tell
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The ways in which you sing
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I rode your back and took hold of the reigns, laughing all the way
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What can we fill up in our short lives
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Making us complete, allowing us to breathe
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When death is washed away we will terminate this vital mystery
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But I still need to reach the life inside of me, the life inside...
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I rode your back and took hold of the reigns, laughing all the way
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The Reigns
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| Idiot Pilot |
