Climb
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Is all we know
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When thaw
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Is not below us
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No, can't grow up
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In that iron ground
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Claire, all too sore for sound
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Bet
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Is hardly shown
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Scraped
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Across the foam
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Like they stole it
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And oh, how they hold it
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Claire, we nearly forfeit
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I... I'm growing like the quickening hues
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I... I'm telling darkness from lines on you
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Over havens fora full and swollen morass, young habitat!
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All been living alone, where the ice snap and the hold clast are known
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Home
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We're savage high
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Come
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We finally cry
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Oh and we don it
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Because it's right
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Claire, I was too sore for sight
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I... we're sewing up through the latchet greens
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I... un-peel keenness, honey, bean for bean
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Same white pillar tone as with the bone street sand is thrown where she stashed us at
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All been living alone, where the cracks at in the low part of the stoning
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