INTRO 
 
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VERSE 
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Gray November 
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I've been down since July 
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Motion capture 
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Put me in a bad light 
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I replay my footsteps on each stepping stone 
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Trying to find the one where I went wrong 
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Writing letters 
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Addressed to the fire 
 
CHORUS 
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And I was catching my breath 
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Staring out an open window 
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Catching my death 
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And I couldn't be sure 
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I had a feeling so peculiar 
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That this pain would be for 
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Evermore 
 
INSTRUMENTAL 
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VERSE 
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Hey December 
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Guess I'm feeling unmoored 
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Can't remember 
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What I used to fight for 
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I rewind thе tape but all it does is pause 
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On thе very moment, all was lost 
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Sending signals 
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To be double-crossed 
           
CHORUS 
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And I was catching my breath 
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Barefoot in the wildest winter 
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Catching my death 
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And I couldn't be sure 
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I had a feeling so peculiar 
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That this pain would be for 
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Evermore 
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(Evermore) 
 
BRIDGE 
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Cannot think of all the cost 
And the things that will be lost 
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Oh, can we just get a pause? 
To be certain, we'll be tall again 
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Whether weather be the frost 
Or the violence of the dog days 
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I'm on waves, out being tossed 
Is there a line that I could just go cross? 
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And when I was shipwrecked (Can't think of all the cost) 
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I thought of you (All the things that will be lost now) 
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In the cracks of light (Can we just get a pause?) 
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I dreamed of you (To be certain we'll be tall again, if you think of all the costs) 
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It was real enough (Whether weather be the frost) 
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To get me through (Or the violence of the dog days) 
(Or the violence of the dog days) 
(Out on waves, being tossed) 
(I'm on waves, out being tossed) 
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I swear (Is there a line that we can just go cross?) 
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You were there  
 
CHORUS 
CHORUS 
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And I was catching my breath 
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Floors of a cabin  
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Creaking under my step 
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And I couldn't be sure 
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I had a feeling so peculiar 
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That this pain wouldn't be for 
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Evermore 
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Evermore 
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Evermore 
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This pain wouldn't be for evermore 
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Evermore