The years have all vanished and swallowed up the dark
Somebody had finished the book I was writing
The ending was wrong, just went back to the start
A carpet of women rippled with silence
They carving me with remainders from the fir
The lake where I swim in, I melted inside it
And sang to the limits, I've been there once before
Daughters will be sung
Daughters will be sung
Daughters will be sung
Daughters will be sung
We're not gonna make it
We're not gonna make it
We're not gonna make it
We won't make it in time
And 14 our daughters come 14 our hats off
Their car got the bottom and hear they thought still
They hold to another, an intricate circle
The more you sip out of, the more you have to fill
The barrel is leaking, the waters are seeping
The boulders away, it's all uphill for now
We have to ignore this and fly to the surface
It's too high above us, we won't make it in time
Daughters will be sung
Daughters will be sung
Daughters will be sung
Daughters will be sung
We're not gonna make it
We're not gonna make it
We're not gonna make it
We won't make it in time
Daughters will be sung
Daughters will be sung
Daughters will be sung
Daughters will be sung
We're not gonna make it
We're not gonna make it
We're not gonna make it
We won't make it in time
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