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There are birds who know when we go to our graves

There are things inside so hard to control

Drop me off and leave me here

I will find my way around

Once in a dream

I have seen this place before

Time does not mean a thing

Walk without shadow, mirror or dream

Time for the echo to end and the voice to begin

On a clear day, I can see

The old house, the memory

Did you ever wonder

Are you the same inside

Now waiting is not an option

Now patience only destroys you

There is someone I’d like to see

Don’t wait, I am going, I am going now

Now the darkness is in my bloodstream

Drop me off and leave me here

I will find my way around

Once in a dream

I have seen this place before

Time does not heal a thing

There are ghosts who travel with us to our graves