Walking backwards wind is flying
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water is running slowly dying
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voices strained and faces shattered
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over what will never matter
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In this ocean I am broken
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In a day which is not spoken
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peace retreating, I am silent
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strong and falling, I am violent
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And so throw this
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to the shadows
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and pretend that
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we're not made, oh
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Try to believe what you can't see
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you're not here, I'm crazy
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I'm crying you're falling I'm dying
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and I will NOT wait
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'til you think you are ready...
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Shadows
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Allison Crowe |