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I know your voice is thin know your head is low shaking underneath it's not your day fear is closing fear is brighter now holding others arms he's gone his way whatever changes now may you find your door we were closing we were seated down restless little hands we were caving in we were falling round take his little head in mine fear is gone let the ground swallow him whole take these little tears now overcome for son you could never have sold caught in between and his head is by the door saw oregano and fear is right curled up in between by these photos on the floor tearing down the seem and burning on so many changes now may they find their door we were gathered round see our faces fall into him again calling from within