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A door left ajar |
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lets whispering from afar |
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breath life into... a dream of me and you |
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I will the spark to die |
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But still it lights my eye |
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Still makes me feel that this alone is real |
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And though I know it |
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I dare not show it... or let this madness makes a kill |
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By dwelling on what might have been |
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Or giving sadness space to fill |
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I'll balance on the edge a while but won't... fall in |
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I'll retrace every step |
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I've ever run or crept |
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Hoping I will see what is bleeding me |
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And when I know it |
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I won't show it... or let this madness make a kill |
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By dwelling on what might have been |
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Or giving sadness space to fill |
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I'll balance on the edge a while but won't... fall in |