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Native these words seem to me |
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All speech directed to me |
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I've heard them once before |
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I know that feeling |
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Stranger emotions in mind |
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Changing the contours I find |
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I've seen them once before |
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Someone cries to me |
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Oh the look and the sound of the voice |
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They try, they try |
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Oh the shape and the power of the voice |
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In strong low tones |
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Forceful and twisting again |
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Wasting the perfect remains |
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I've felt it once before |
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Slipping over me |
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Oh the look and the sound of the voice |
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They try, they try |
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Oh the shape and the power of the voice |
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In strong low tones |
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Sweetly the voices decay |
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Draw on the lines that they say |
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I'd lost it once before |
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Now it cries to me |
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Oh the look and the sound of the voice |
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They try, they try |
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Oh the shape and the power of the voice |
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In strong low tones |
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Oh the look and the power of the voice |
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They try |
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Oh the shape and the sound of the voice |
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In strong low tones |
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Oh the shape and the power of the voice |
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In strong low... |
