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Bright and early, |
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Through the curtains, |
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The sun comes pouring in. |
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Filling glasses up with diamonds, |
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Stirring where I’ve been |
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But it’s all trigger and effect. |
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Dominoes at their best. |
| [00:53.590] |
In the end I’m told |
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It taught me everything I know. |
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That the wreckage left behind, |
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Will somehow make me grow. |
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But why couldn’t I have been safe from the start? |
| [01:25.360] |
Soundly asleep. |
| [01:31.750] |
The warmth of blankets |
| [01:34.420] |
Makes me nervous. |
| [01:37.590] |
I’d rather catch a cold. |
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Like sparks in matches, |
| [01:47.180] |
Blink, you’ll miss it, |
| [01:49.700] |
The future’s up in smoke. |
| [01:56.500] |
Though dust has settled, |
| [01:59.960] |
I still smell the ashes |
| [02:03.540] |
Buried in my clothes. |
| [02:08.280] |
It’s all trigger and effect, I know… |
| [02:15.580] |
Dominoes at their best. |
| [02:23.050] |
In the end I’m told |
| [02:25.810] |
It taught me everything I know. |
| [02:35.610] |
But when the fire took our home, |
| [02:40.550] |
I lost part of my soul. |
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From the ground up |
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I’ll keep building |
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Houses into homes. |
| [03:00.800] |
if trust is ribbon, |
| [03:04.510] |
Then patience ties it |
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In a perfect bow. |
