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I lie here without my colors
I lie here without my songs
I lie here without my skin
How can you sleep when everything’s wrong?

Dragging my little backpack
Around your empty shipyard
You sent everyone to sea but me

Now how can I find out who I am
How can I find out what I need
How can I find out who I could be

Three months a season died
Another to arrive
In steps and broken strides I tried
But I’m behind

I default to you
When I shouldn’t have to
Put your good to use
And let me up off the ground

• 1. Little America