Til' It's Gone
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Aimless wandering through the mud
Wondering exactly what is my flaw
In this cluster of faces
Ahead are the black pages of the justified
But all of this feels right
The skies will turn to gray
The skies will feel the same
Get by swallowing the name
Til' it's gone
Counted one by one, they fly
You'd think your keen eye would catch
The point fed into your very eyes
There was no disguise to shield you
Seeing the truth, be it untold
But throughout the days its been screamed
From the peaks of the highest mountain
Drink from my cup to quench your thirst
This won't be your first (or your last)
The skies will turn to gray
The skies will feel the same
Get by swallowing the name
Til' it's gone
Count them, one by one, til they're gone
Count them, one by one, til they're gone
Count them, one by one, til they're gone
The skies will turn to gray
The skies will feel the same
Get by swallowing the name
The skies will turn to gray
The skies will feel the same
Get by swallowing the name
Til' it's gone