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All those things that |
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I tried to be, |
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While wandering further from me |
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I 'd choked myself in my apathy, |
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Until I no longer could breathe |
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My heart, and my hand, always reaching... |
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Without you within, |
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I was searching... |
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For something real |
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The fear followed me and tightly closed my eyes. |
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The pain crippled me and buried deep the will to even try... |
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To see so much standing before me |
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And think there was nothing here for me |
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How much more wrong could |
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I be? How much more wrong? |
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The warmth of life had forgotten me |
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And left me so cold and alone |
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But you covered me and placed into me |
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A feeling like none |
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I had known |
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My heart, and my hand, |
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I have traded... |
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With you in my arms |
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I am closer... |
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To something real |
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The fear followed me and tightly closed my eyes. |
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The pain crippled me and buried deep the will to even try... |
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To see so much standing before me |
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And think there was nothing here for me |
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How much more wrong could |
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I be? How much more wrong could |
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I be? My heart, and my hand, |
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I have traded... |
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With you in my arms |
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I am closer... |
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To something real |
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To see so much standing before me |
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And think there was nothing here for me |
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How much more wrong could |
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I be? How much more wrong could |
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I be? |