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Deep beneath the sound of your breath |
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I lay craving your death |
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This damp room full of concrete |
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Lonely i stand |
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And alone i will leave |
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There is no reason for your display |
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Now a dead cloud that's drawn clean |
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When all the birds have broken their wings |
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Oh mercy you |
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Oh mercy me |
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And all at once i turned |
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I follow your hand to our funeral bed |
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It echoes my name |
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When sorrow sings |
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It brings me no chance we'll ever mend |
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When all the noise is driven away |
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There's my love, now it's stained |
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Gallant words |
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You must refrain |
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Lonely i stand |
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And alone i will leave |
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There is no reason to your display |
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You're a fable |
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Now come clean |
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When all the birds have broken their wings |
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Oh mercy you |
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Oh mercy me |
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And all at once i turned |
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I follow your hand to our funeral bed |
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It echoes my name |
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When sorrow sings |
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It brings me no chance we'll ever mend |
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Walk, walk walk walk away |
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Burn, burn burn, burn into flames |
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Shy, shy, shy, shy away |
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Over this past |
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Over this pain |
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And all at once i turned |
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I follow your hand to our funeral bed |
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It echoes my name |
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When sorrow sings |
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It sings me no chance we'll ever mend |
