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The biggest fires are burning |
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And I will try to get back, I'm returning |
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You keep your head down singing |
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And all you get is over-pressure-craving |
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Let me try a word once known |
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Let me try a different tone |
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Touch me; do not drift with the flow |
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Silently it's creeping in |
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Silently with no warning |
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Suddenly we meet the other shore |
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As if we were not in there |
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We do forget all hell we had and sail on |
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But that might get us nowhere |
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Let's breathe it in |
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And turn it into nothing wrong |
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Let me try a word once known |
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Let me try a different tone |
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Touch me; do not drift with the flow |
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Silently it's creeping in |
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Silently with no warning |
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Suddenly we meet the other shore |
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And there's no more |
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And occasionally she sings |
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She forgets all the things |
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She's fighting to forget |
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Twisting in her head |
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But whatever we may do |
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We only will see through |
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Dissolving all those fears |
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Raising hells, build all those years |
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The biggest fires are burning |
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And I will try to get back, I'm returning |
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You keep your head down singing |
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And all you get is over-pressure-craving |
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Let me try a word once known |
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Let me try a different tone |
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Touch me; do not drift with the flow |
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Silently it's creeping in |
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Silently with no warning |
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Suddenly we meet the other shore |
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And there's no more - to try! |
