It's in your eyes.
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The look of certainty.
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The look of apathy.
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It's in your eyes.
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I'm not so sure that we have nothing to lose.
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Should have held this closer.
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Staple your note to the back door.
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Until then, your gut can tell you this.
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Does anyone hear me? Does anyone honestly?
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It will fall to pieces.
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It will fall to pieces.
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Find home, hold strong.
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When everything is taken, you're empty.
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We'll see a purpose.
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Just need to stand as one.
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Do these thoughts have syllables or am I mumbling?
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Do I seem tense when I carry your load?
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Or am I, or am I losing it?
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Take all, take everything.
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It's hard to stop from dropping it all on you.
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The heart will hurt when it's crushed by the weight of the leaves on the trees.
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We'll see a purpose.
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We'll stand as one.
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I'm not so sure we've lost anything.
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But while you're listening.
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I'm hurting for something better.
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Till then, your gut, your gut can tell you this.
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Servant Ties
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| Haste The Day |
