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We see... what we want to see, but only a drop of what could be. |
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Stop me if |
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I'm going on... |
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I dream in stale complacency. |
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And in other words ... tell me you're all right. |
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Just a whisper and |
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I dreamed you cry, but |
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I survived, courageous here ... and in other words ...on other worlds. |
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And when my hands begin to bleed will you stay and comfort me? |
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I feel afraid |
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I might be living. |
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Yeah. And if |
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I had to the ends of |
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Time would |
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I ever make you mine? |
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Just a whispered "yes" is all |
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I need. Tasting you still on my tongue, shaking conch shells one by one, and trails of peaceful inequities. |
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Insincere flattering by other ones in other words ... |
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And when these wounds upon my brow, begin to seep the truth we found, do you feel we need to keep giving? |
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And if I promised the world for you, |
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I could make it all come true. |
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With a whispered "yes" it's all |
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I need. I don't know about tomorrow. |
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I just know, |
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I'll remember today... and the way... you looked at me. |
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If my hands begin to bleed will you stay and comfort me? |
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You looked at me. |
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You looked at me. |
