Erosion
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Where do I start? This thingĄ¯s tearing us apart
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Nothing is clear, where do we go from here?
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No wonder in sight, not even the blackest night
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So where do I start?
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It only remains to empty this heart
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Everything that I came to trust slipped away
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I resisted the call to arms, feet of clay
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Now when I sleep, I reach for the book I keep
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In my hour of need
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I turn to the pages no one will read
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Everything that I came to trust slipped away
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I live through this a thousand times every day
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All the time that IĄ¯m held in suspension
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And unable to make myself heard
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I canĄ¯t hold back the tide of erosion
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And the vision that haunts me is blurred
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Been as cold as I can since who knows when
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Would that I could feel now as I did then
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Get in out of the light, avoid the glare
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Lost and out on a limb, miles from anywhere
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All the time that IĄ¯m held in suspension
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And unable to make myself heard
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I canĄ¯t hold back the tide of erosion
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And the vision that haunts me is blurred
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Everything that I came to trust slipped away
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I resisted the call to arms, feet of clay
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Everything that I came to trust slipped away
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I live through this a thousand times every day
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Erosion
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