Smells on the air
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See there it's crushing the final impression
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The stains on the paper
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Where words fell like water
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Unearth all the changes that never did matter
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I think it's beginning to freeze here
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Caught in the rage and the fire of things
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All the brightness that burns me
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I'm fumbling through like a child in the dark
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When the nakedness comes
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I am shocked by the colour the glorious weight of your skin
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Comes alive
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And I never thought we'd make it back so soon
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Might be nice
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But I knew you'd be your own destroyer
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Comes a time
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And I always thought I'd make it up to you
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Here please forgive me
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Could we escape all the bitterness piled upon bitterness
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Held in the face of the things that I don't understand
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Intellectualize over and over
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This helplessness suits us
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Funny how quiet has slipped to our corners
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Worn all our edges away
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You are watching breathing and baiting
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Wanting and warming and cautiously waiting
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For some simple signal to creep cross your conscience
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Uncover redemption and oh did I mention
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I carried you down to the St. Lawrence River
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The banks running dirty the water's beginning to freeze here
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Solid by morning
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And I'll freeze here
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Winter by morning
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Comes a lie
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And I never thought you'd get me back so soon
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Might be nice
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But it's only if my own destroyer
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Comes alive
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And I always knew I'd make it up to you
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I saw on your face such a curious grin
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As I let go your hand
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I was desperate to hold you again
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But you're sinking so deep in the water
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Outsmarted myself and so easily gave up what I wanted
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Solid by morning
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What I wanted
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Winter by morning
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Comes alive
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And I never thought you'd make it up so soon
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Night be nice
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But I always knew you're my destroyer
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Comes a time
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And I always thought I'd make it up to you
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Solid by morning
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And I'll freeze here
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Winter by morning
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St. Lawrence River
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| David Usher |
