| Hailing all of your virtues as flaws
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| While the ice on the floor starts to thaw
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| And the cracks and the veins start to form
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| All I can’t deny
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| Paralyze your stubborn mind
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| Can’t see the woods behind
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| The blankets of sorrow
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| No-one could ever reach and pull you out
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| Sleeping as the sleet just falls
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| To crystallize your crimson thoughts
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| No more 'I'm sorrys'
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| No, I’m not sorry anymore
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| A frozen lake, a raging storm
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| The same damn thing in different forms
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| I can’t make you see it
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| The water only reflects what it’s been shown
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| And I know I should not stay
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| There you go, you push me away
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| You’re praying on the driving snow
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| (Is that what you want?)
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| To sail you back, to take you back home
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| (Don't shut me out here)
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| The bitter cold or the frost unknown
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| (If you won’t walk, then go alone)
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| But do I try or comply
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| And paralyze your stubborn mind
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| Can’t see the woods behind
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| The blankets of sorrow
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| No-one could ever reach and pull you out
|
| Sleeping as the sleet just falls
|
| To crystallize your crimson thoughts
|
| No more 'I'm sorrys'
|
| No, I’m not sorry anymore
|
| A frozen lake, a raging storm
|
| The same damn thing in different forms
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| I can’t make you see it
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| The water only reflects what it’s been shown
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| And I know I should not stay
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| There you go, you push me away
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| I dreamt I saw, a careless child
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| My thistle amongst the lavender flowers
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| Crying as the snow started falling
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| Love, you said, I’d never know
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| Until the day I have my own
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| But I beg to differ
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| More than I know, how to let it show
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| I’m letting in, I’m letting go
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| Just saying what I’ve always known
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| That I only speak so that you might hear me |