| Gray November
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| I've been down since July
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| Motion capture
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| Put me in a bad light
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| I replay my footsteps on each stepping stone
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| Trying to find the one where I went wrong
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| Writing letters
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| Addressed to the fire
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| And I was catching my breath
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| Staring out an open window
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| Catching my death
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| And I couldn't be sure
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| I had a feeling so peculiar
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| That this pain would be for
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| Evermore
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| Hey December
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| Guess I'm feeling unmoored
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| Can't remember
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| What I used to fight for
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| I rewind thе tape but all it does is pause
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| On thе very moment, all was lost
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| Sending signals
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| To be double-crossed
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| And I was catching my breath
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| Barefoot in the wildest winter
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| Catching my death
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| And I couldn't be sure
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| I had a feeling so peculiar
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| That this pain would be for
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| Evermore
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| (Evermore)
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| Cannot think of all the cost
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| And the things that will be lost
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| Oh, can we just get a pause?
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| To be certain, we'll be tall again
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| Whether weather be the frost
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| Or the violence of the dog days
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| I'm on waves, out being tossed
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| Is there a line that I could just go cross?
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| And when I was shipwrecked (Can't think of all the cost)
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| I thought of you (All the things that will be lost now)
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| In the cracks of light (Can we just get a pause?)
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| I dreamed of you (To be certain we'll be tall again, if you think of all the costs)
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| It was real enough (Whether weather be the frost)
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| To get me through (Or the violence of the dog days) (Or the violence of the dog days)
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| (Out on waves, being tossed)
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| (I'm on waves, out being tossed)
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| I swear (Is there a line that we can just go cross?)
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| You were there
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| And I was catching my breath
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| Floors of a cabin creaking under my step
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| And I couldn't be sure
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| I had a feeling so peculiar
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| This pain wouldn't be for
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| Evermore
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| Evermore
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| Evermore
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| This pain wouldn't be for evermore
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| Evermore |