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He stares out the window, blank as a canvas
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Made up in the sunlight and swirling smoke and ash
He waits for a breath
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Now, taking his time, he sees an eternity in a blink of an eye
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And for him this life is made of time and choices
And endless blend of vistas painted bright with memories
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The here and now will bow to him to only serve one purpose
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To keep your peace
He takes on the world all in a stride, and your wounds will be his scars
So won't you remember when the night comes
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He will need your open arms
For to be invincible, he needs your love
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He stands in the doorway, quiet like yesterday
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With forgotten thoughts become a mystery and nightmares locked away
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He looks like a gunman, but his view is much too wide
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For such a solution, so he fights without a six gun on his side
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And all the while his stars and moon shine brightly
Outside the desert wails a curse of rage and jealousy
And yet tomorrow comes along and shifts to serve his purpose
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To keep your peace
He takes on the world all in a stride...
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* Google / '' Poets of the Fall ''.