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I will love you when the morning is ascending |
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I will love you when the moon is riding high |
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I will love you when we only have pretending |
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When our home becomes a cover from the sky |
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Well my eyes have seen the dust and then the ashes |
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And the lowland and white sky of your home |
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And the rain that washed mascara from my lashes |
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And nothing gave us cover from the sky |
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When you're gone I notice all your tiny touches |
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And it's then that I see i'ts then that I know why |
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If the days become the walls you never wanted |
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Our years will give us cover from the sky |
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From the sky |
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Well we've been among the saints and the angels |
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And we don't want to wait until we die |
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So we'll stand among the ruins of our temples |
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And prey to god for cover from the sky |