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Salting the silence,boiling my blood. |
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Giving and honestis not thick enough. |
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And now have you gone easy,let your lines get caught? |
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Some sink and some carryand you will not -no you will not knowif its hold you'till your set straightwhere you're going to. |
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You'll not know 'till it breaks us,pulls you under,if you'll give up. |
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You'll not know. |
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For what is is this comfort? |
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Is it asking too much,when you hold me in hungerand |
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I feel your touch? |
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When I feel your touch, |
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I know where the day ends. |
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All my lines meet the horizons. |
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I know, I know, |
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I know,I can do this, |
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And the hard days |
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I won't miss. |
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I know, I know, |
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I know, I knowlike it's scarred in,where my place is;where |
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I'm going. |
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I know, I know, |
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I know,I'm a lost one. |
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And its too late. |
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I'm far gone. |
