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[01:10.17]What late forgotten nights to emptiness has given
[01:24.55]And now november morning will be taken asunder
[01:33.52]The shovel staind with dirt in the hours of belonging
[01:42.50]Dug in to the undiscovered of a life, a past, a plague
[01:51.65]Falling back into the arms - no never
[01:53.41]Admiting to a life alone - no
[01:56.17]Claiming there are sparks inside
[01:59.71]Outside looking back - no -
[02:01.56]So the lie never stopped
[02:34.08]Cling to the wave it cried and onward to the night
[02:36.79]Expecting not and nothing in the presence of a lie
[02:41.27]The deeper that it dug the more now had to go
[02:44.90]Surrender was a fact and the room was decorated
[02:49.43]No - the lie never stopped
[02:53.91]What late forgotten nights to emtptiness has given
[03:42.61]The strangers may they come in ignorance's disguise
[03:58.98]So into the dark walking to leave the last of times
[04:14.20]Knee-deep in desperation to fill the gap behind
[05:21.05]Boldly thread the night forever
[05:21.95]November thought are right - oh never
[05:24.66]Taken from the fall - no
[05:28.25]Frightened by the key but the trail behind the house
[05:31.88]Felt compelling and new - the lie never stopped
[05:35.42]Found at loss for words aren't enough
[05:42.72]Someone told, a vacancy was open
[05:48.13]Someone laughed, the silence here was broken
[05:54.48]Dug up to make room
[05:58.03]The room wich you furnaced and graced
[06:02.50]There is no vacancy
[06:06.12]The least can fill the fountain
[06:07.93]The most will flood the mold
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