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There is glass between our touch,
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phantom limbs of former love...
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and the truth is that I am so terrified
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that the callous is deeper than
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the surface of our skin
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and it takes us twice as long,
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it takes us twice as long to heal.
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we'll lift up the ground to see
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the system of roots beneath.
FmF#
gears turn, endlessly,
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to bring the world back to life
EbmC#
like clockwork, when it dies.
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the cadence of beating hearts,
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the click of its moving parts
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grows louder and louder
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from this restless earth...
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future gardens wait patiently below
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and somehow we smell them blossom
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through the snow.
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still unsatisfied,
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we chase what we're denied.
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as generations wait,
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we can't resist the taste of possibility.
F#FmF#
gears turn, endlessly,
FmF#
to bring us back to life again.
EbmC#
like clockwork, we begin.