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59 lines
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I met a shell of a mountain who knew she was finished
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Claimed she grew up from a grain of sand
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With every year wider she bloomed a little bit longer
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To the roof of the sky with outstretched hands
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She made friends with the sun, shared enemies with no one
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Counted weeks like she should of counted days
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And swallowed handfuls of night so she could sleep tight
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And turn her thoughts from its stone cold ways
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And this was the beginning, the start of the ending
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You can't die from a broken heart
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But from the time the sun rose
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To the space where it fell away
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She would love, and it wouldn't take part
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And every every day she would echo echo
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In every single way she should let go let go
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But it had her in its sights cupids icy arrows
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But so, so what
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So she caught every one with her heart like it was her duty
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It walked the wrong wrong way down her one way plan
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She was surrounded by forests, rivers and beauty
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Until that glacier froze over the land
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And so she blamed herself hated her wealth
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She was born at too young of an age
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And every night her dreams were touched by witches fingers
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Until her heart was caged.
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With every morning spent not caring if she cares or not
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Sleeping in the melt and mud, waiting for the earth to rot
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Burying herself alive she scrapes the hole that it left open
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Empty as her very heart, that mountain was all broken
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All broken, that mountain was all broken
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Now I can see that her
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Her blood's red and she's got feelings
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And they always get spilled both without thinking
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Without thinking, without thinking,
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Without thinking, I can see that her
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Her blood's red and she's got feelings
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And they always get spilled both without thinking
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Without thinking, they weren't thinking,
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Without thinking, I can see that her
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Her blood's red and she's got feelings
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And they always get spilled both without thinking
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Without thinking, I wasn't thinking,
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Without thinking, I can see that our
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Our blood's red and we got feelings
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And we always spill both bloods without thinking
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Without thinking, what were we thinking,
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We weren't thinking, what were we thinking of
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Name Falling In Love With Glaciers
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Artist Listener
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Album Wooden Heart
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