* Fields lie crossed with winds
I die in the storm
Feelings turned off in
The life I know
While those I love are
Bought and sold around me
But will they sell like freedom

So hard to actually
Feel these
Things will change
As you
Fall further away
And you won't wait for me

Open your eyes
Wait, feel the way I see you
Wait, merge, break
Is this all you got for prey
Open your eyes
And when I ask you why
You wept the oceans dry

Cause it's
So hard to actually
As you
Fall further away
And it's
So hard to stand up straight
The more that these things change

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