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The End

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lyrics

I heard the thunder, before we saw the rain.
I felt it rumble, before we felt it quake.
So we climbed the rooftop,
just to watch, the city break away.
I pulled you closer to me,
whispered to you softly…

Your eyes are the only,
sunrise in the morning,
Should they eclipse, well it is this,
that gives me reason to exist.
Can’t do what I ain’t done proud,
Can feel what i’m not holding now.
If the storm begets the dawn,
at least I saw the sun.

I heard the ocean, before we saw the shore.
I watched it roll in, before we rocked the boat.
So we climbed the ships bow,
peering out,
across the ending hour,
I pulled you closer to me,
whispered to you softly...

Your eyes are the only,
sunrise in the morning,
Should they eclipse, well it is this,
that gives me reason to exist.
Can’t do what I ain’t done proud,
Can feel what i’m not holding now.
If the storm begets the dawn,
at least I saw the sun.

In your eyes at least I saw the sun.
In your eyes at least I saw the sun.
So we climbed the rooftops,
just to watch, the city break away.
I pulled you closer to me,
whispered to you softly…

Your eyes are the only,
sunrise in the morning,
Should they eclipse, well it is this,
that gives me reason to exist.
Can’t do what I ain’t done proud,
Can feel what i’m not holding now.
If the storm begets the dawn,
at least I saw the sun.

Your eyes are the only,
sunrise in the morning,
Should they eclipse, well it is this,
that gives me reason to exist.
Can’t do what I ain’t done proud,
Can feel what i’m not holding now.
If the storm begets the dawn,
at least I saw the sun.

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from Anatomy, released December 7, 2015

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