| Holding on to things just like
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| They give me breath and give me life
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| They take my space, don't give me rest
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| And leave their trace as they manifest
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| Let's get lost in the tallest trees, the fallen leaves
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| Forget the cost is the tangible and terrible things
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| Walking room to room
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| I see that I have nothing living left
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| Let's get lost in the tallest trees, the fallen leaves
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| Forget the cost is the tangible and terrible things
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| Let's get lost in
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| Let's get lost in the tallest trees, the fallen leaves
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| Forget the cost is the tangible and terrible things
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