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Thin - iamamiwhoami
A fire's beneath the cloak of night has our minds in control
We guard them with our weary eyes and we watch them grow
When the time is right
And we're ready to begin
At the first tide your patience wearing thin
Scattered in from night
I scrawl it in a winter white
Melting into thin air
The kind of which I came to be
Left of being swallowed whole
By offering a piece of me
To any given fool
Scattered in the mud
Like innocent shades of white
Spreading by the wind
Change goes on
Wind blows south
Change goes on
Wind blows south
It doesn't end
They ask us why who said we had a chance
Want me to fall
It doesn't end through the wind through the wind
They ask us why who said we had a chance
Want me to fall
Too thin through the wind through the wind
Too thin too thin through the wind through the wind through the wind
Change goes on
Through the wind through the wind through the wind
Wind blows south