A night spent stirring
A day spent dreaming
And endless cycle of thinking and learning
Singing songs to drown out the worry
Convincing myself I'm not in a hurry
Is who I am who I can be
Is I all I have, all that I need
A note goes higher
My thoughts go deeper
The tune in my soul goes out to the reaper
Of all things that are lost and are gone
Then I look to the north and see it all wrong
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