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For Want Of

Rites Of Spring


I, I believed
Memory might mirror no reflections on me
I, I believed
That in forgetting I might set myself free

But I woke up this morning
With a piece of past caught in my throat
And then I choked

I, I bled
I tried to hide the heart from the head
And I, I said I bled
In the arms of a girl I'd barely met

'Cause I woke up this morning
With the present in splinters on the ground
And then I drowned

And if I can't see it's for want of you
You said, I see
If there's nothing here then it's probably mine
My, my turn to see
If there's nothing here it'll always be mine, mine

I woke up this morning
With a piece of past caught in my throat
And then I choked

I, I guess I've learned
The taste of the days that will always burn
I, I guess I've learned
If it's in the corner of my eye, well I can always turn

'Cause I woke up this morning
With the present in splinters on the ground
And then I drowned

And if I don't see it's for want of you, you

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