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Last night |
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I dreamed of icy cliffs |
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Standing on the precipice |
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I leaned to see just where the edge would take me |
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The wind came up, |
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I closed my eyes |
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I heard a shout and to my surprise |
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A hand reached out and pulled me back to safety |
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What's a hand, what's a dream |
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Who can say what it means |
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When everything that you know |
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Can disappear |
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Don't look back, the spirits cry |
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Just be glad to be alive |
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Everything that you love is right here |
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Everything that you love: |
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Life feels smaller than this stone |
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Worn smooth inside my palm |
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I keep it like a charm inside my pocket |
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I keep thinking |
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I'll flame out |
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Leave no one with a doubt |
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That I was meant to fire like a rocket |
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What's a stone, what's a flame |
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There's always someone else to blame |
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When everything that you know disappears |
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Don't look back the spirits cry |
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Just be glad to be alive |
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Everything that you need is right here |
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Everything that you need:. |
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When I'm left here on the shore |
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The ancient basalt moor |
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Will beckon me to sleep among its heather |
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Who's not tempted to fold in |
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So that sleep may come again |
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Where the fire and the ice hide their treasure |
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Everything that you love |
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Everything that you need |
