In Writing - Roots | Текст песни

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You broke the chain in your eyes and you lost all sense of direction staring blankly at a compass. Rooted to your ignorance growing trees who's leaves fall short like self assurance, fall short like you and I know there's worse things than being alone and I know there's worse things than being alone at home but your wizened eyes have lost sight of the world and all that it could be all the you could be. You broke the chain in your eyes and you lost all sense of direction so when you find yourself in short two sided letters you can sort them out and come back home.

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