I went on the search for something true
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I was almost there when I found you
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Sooner than my fate was wrote
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A perfect blade, it slit my throat
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And beads of lust released into the air
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When I awoke you were standing there
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I was on the mend when I fell through
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The sky around was anything but blue
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I found as I regained my feet, a wound across my memory
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That no amount of stitches would repair
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But I awoke and you were standing there
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There's no fortune at the end of the road
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That has no end
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There's no returning to the spoils
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Once you've spoiled the thought of them
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There's no falling back asleep
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Once you've wakened from the dream
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Now I'm rested and I'm ready and I'm ready to begin
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I went on the search for something real
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Traded what I know for how I feel
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But the ceiling and the walls collapsed
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Upon the darkness I was trapped
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And as the last of breath was drawn from me
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Light broke in and brought me to my feet
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There's no fortune at the end of the road
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That has no end
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There's no returning to the spoils
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Once you've spoiled the thought of them
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There's no falling back asleep
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Once you've wakened from the dream
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Now I'm rested and I'm ready and I'm ready to begin
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I'm rested and I'm ready to begin
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February Seven
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The Avett Brothers |