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Just apart of me afraid to call my own |
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Locked inside these barren walls - my heart |
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When she appeared I knew the meaning of emotion |
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But I don't remember feeling |
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Another part of me I need to call my own |
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Turns to face this precious sight - my hope |
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And then she said to me |
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I wonder why you see me like you do |
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Such an innocent child |
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Like Alice trapped in her looking glass |
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She is my agony my sorrow |
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Someone to follow through the rain |
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No touch no feeling of life |
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And here I am believing what she tells me |
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She's just a shadow on the pane |
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As the master of illusion I can't go on |
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Breathing life into the picture on the wall |
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But when she sings I hear the happiness of angels |
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I close my eyes |
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And when I look again no ones there at all |
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She is my agony my sorrow |
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Someone to follow through the rain |
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No touch no feeling of life |
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And here I am believing what she tells me |
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She's just a shadow on the pane |
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And when she came to me again |
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Out from the wall |
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She showed me her disease |
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It's closer now |
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And when she spoke to me again |
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She speaks in whispers only |
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She wanted more of me |
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She opened all the windows |
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I took her hand and I threw my mind away |
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Just for a moment I knew love |
