| Winter’s tune, constantly changing key
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| A crescent moon illuminates the ending
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| Never you mind, you see the weight of this dichotomy
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| The way that things ought to be between us
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| Some day soon, one of us is leaving
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| Is this really worth what we’re fighting for?
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| Waking with your head on the floor
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| We trace the lines that have made this divide
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| These new pieces we can’t quite align
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| Beating our hearts half to death
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| Look at what we had become
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| Pick up the pieces you left
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| Go back to where you started from
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| Winter’s tune, stuck on repeat
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| Now it’s June, our body’s still freezing
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| Is this really worth what we’re fighting for?
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| Waking with your head on the floor
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| We tell little lies to ourselves every night
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| These new pieces we can’t
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| Beating our hearts half to death
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| Look at what we had become
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| Pick up the pieces you left
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| Go back to where you started from
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| Somehow, I
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| I’m alive to tell, I’m alive to tell
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| Pick up the pieces you left
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| Grow back to where you severed from
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| Beating our hearts half to death
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| Look at what we had become
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| Pick up the pieces you left
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| Go back to where you started from
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| Somehow, I
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| I’m alive to tell, I’m alive to tell
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| Pick up the pieces you left
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| Grow back to where you severed from |