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In the day I count the hours |
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And in the night I count days |
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And when I wake I count the flowers |
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That grow wild around your grave |
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And so we'd walk this town forever |
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And then we'd run toward the bay |
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And would I were a braver woman |
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I'd gladly sink beneath your wave |
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My heart denied what he would call me |
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The reason why I cannot tell |
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But you would call me nameless |
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For this I know, I know full well |
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My heart denied what he would call me |
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The reason why I cannot tell |
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But you would call me nameless |
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For this I know, I know full well |
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And in the day we'd count the hours |
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And in the night we'd count the ghosts |
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And you would call me nameless |
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You'd call me nameless |
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Left the most (?) |
