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And here the air that I breathe isn't dead |
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Enter life of what's still here |
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Close the door away from near |
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Shrouded in autumn's graven ascension |
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Thought the bridge was over now |
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Lost the track astray somehow |
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Who's painting my life in sorrow blue |
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A relief for a dislocated mind |
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Shelter for thoughts |
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Asylum for my soul |
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This place is the only I need to know |
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And here the air that I breathe isn't dead |
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Enter life of what's still here |
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Close the door away from near |
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Shrouded in autumn's graven ascension |
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Thought the bridge was over now |
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Lost the track astray somehow |
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Who's painting my life in sorrow blue |
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Salvation for a lonely sinking kind |
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All my duties be done |
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A few years of take |
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Never leaving again you're forever |
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And here the air that I breathe isn't dead |
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Enter life of what's still here |
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Close the door away from near |
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Shrouded in autumn's graven ascension |
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Thought the bridge was over now |
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Lost the track astray somehow |
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Who's painting my life in sorrow blue |
