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My mind is bleak and toneless are these walls |
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Moments are passing by like trains that never stop |
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I think without a thought but somehow |
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I think after all |
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The breath of nightly calm would cure my tumbling heart |
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You'd be frightened if you were here |
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To embrace my life - has to sear |
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The shore remains unmoved |
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By those rousing cries that are flirting with sleep |
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I've wandered to find |
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But still, still |
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I'm not there |
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A journey so infinite |
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And still, still |
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I'm not there |
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You'd be frightened if you were here |
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To encourage - life has to sear |