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Awake
In the gray of last November,
In the winter months that follow,
There was left my soul and spirit,
In the waters of my sorrow,
Then I painted perfect pictures,
And a smile that no one questioned,
But inside we both were breaking
From the weight of our transgressions, of love
And then we lay awake at night,
And we're staring at the ceiling,
And the violence of this fight,
Is the silence that we keep when we're awake, awake
In my mind I found this window,
With the curtains gently flowing,
To the music of the angels and the summer breezes blowing,
There I waited on your whisper,
And your reachin hands to find me
And the doorstep of the morning,
I awoke with arms still empty, oh no,
And then we lie awake at night,
And we're staring at the ceiling,
And the violence of this fight,
Is the silence that we keep when we're awake, awake
When we're awake, awake
And then we lie awake at night,
And then we're staring at the ceiling,
And the violence of this fight,
Is the silence that we keep when we're awake, awake
When we're awake, oh oh
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When we're awake, oh oh
Is the silence that we keep when we're awake, awake
And the violence of this fight,
And then we're staring at the ceiling,
And then we lie awake at night,
When we're awake, awake
Is the silence that we keep when we're awake, awake
And the violence of this fight,
And we're staring at the ceiling,
And then we lie awake at night,
I awoke with arms still empty, oh no,
And the doorstep of the morning,
And your reachin hands to find me
There I waited on your whisper,
To the music of the angels and the summer breezes blowing,
With the curtains gently flowing,
In my mind I found this window,
Is the silence that we keep when we're awake, awake
And the violence of this fight,
And we're staring at the ceiling,
And then we lay awake at night,
From the weight of our transgressions, of love
But inside we both were breaking
And a smile that no one questioned,
Then I painted perfect pictures,
In the waters of my sorrow,
There was left my soul and spirit,
In the winter months that follow,
In the gray of last November,
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