I’ve had days of end on end
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Where nothing changed cause nothing began.
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Restless movement in an empty room,
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Gathering shadows of a darkened blue.
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And oh- it feels so strange- when it comes again.
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Cycles of end on end, edges begin to blend, time
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Following time, a pattern becomes defined.
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I had a feeling from end to end.
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Tried to catch it before it started again.
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Pushed it away to force a laugh,
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But inside I didn’t have the breath.
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And oh-it feels so strange ? when it comes again.
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But I’ve got it now,
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I’ve got the rhythm down.
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Cycles of end on end.
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But if one wave stops, another begins.
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End on end on end on end on end on end on end on end on
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end on end on end on end on end on end on end on
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end.
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End On End
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| Rites Of Spring |
