The fog that rises
When the constants collide
Dilute your disguises
Things you thought you could hide
Your home of a fire
The way you like to toe the line
'Til there's nothing left to conquer
Nothing more to fight
Tried to keep the sweet from sourin'
Wanted to sweep the leaves and bramblin'
Tried to leave the trees out again
And wanted to keep our weeds from flowerin'
The sound that shatters
The moment to heal
The hole that staggers
Like every truth you conceal
The farther you wander
The more you wonder what's real
You choose to suffer
It's yours to feel
Tried to keep the sweet from sourin'
Wanted to sweep the leaves and bramblin'
You tried to leave the trees out again
And wanted to keep our weeds from flowerin'
Wanted to keep the sweet from sourin'
You wanted to sweep the leaves and bramblin'
You tried to leave the trees out again
And wanted to keep our weeds from flowerin'
Tried to keep the sweet from sourin'
Sweep the leaves and bramblin'
Tried to leave the trees out again
You wanted to keep our weeds from flowerin'
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