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With the fireplace getting low
We were used to it
So used to letting go
On your flight back, to Minneapolis
Walking with the clouds
All we do is reminisce
We could awake
Finally fold, or face it
We could awake
Like digging for gold, am I made to break
Or face it
Or face it
Under street lights, heart-shadows cast
We were used to it
So used to drowning past
And if I fell asleep and let the patterns dry
I would forget it clean
Stained glass and steady flight
We could awake
Finally fold, or face it
We could awake
Like digging for gold, am I made to break?
Or face it
Or face it
We could awake
Like digging for gold, am I made to break?
