You were simpler
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You were lighter when we thought like little kids
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Like a weightless, hate-less animal
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Beautifully oblivious before you were hid
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Inside a stranger you grew into
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As you learned to disconnect
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Now he hangs your mirrors separately
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So one can¡¯t show you what the other reflects
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When he heard I was on his tail
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He emptied your account
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And hid a part of you that¡¯s so invaluable
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The part of you unsellable at any amount
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He left the tallest peak of your paradise
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Buried in the bottom of a canyon in hell
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But I swear I¡¯ll find your light in the middle
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Where there¡¯s so little late at night
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Down in the pit of the well
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Then when heaven has
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A line around the corner
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We shouldn¡¯t have to wait around
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and hope to get in
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If we can carpenter
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A home in our heart right now
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And carve a palace from within
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We won¡¯t need to take a ton of pictures
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It won¡¯t be easy to believe
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The day we wake inside a secret place
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That everyone can see
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We won¡¯t need to take a ton of pictures
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It won¡¯t be easy to believe
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The day we wake inside a secret place
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That everyone can see
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The day we wake inside a secret place
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That everyone can see
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Palace
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| The Antlers(´õ ¾ØÆ²·¯½º) |