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Feel the silence I send as we speak |
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As memories turn to words (to words) |
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In those moments together we seek |
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The sequence and the rhyme |
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Drifting slowly in time |
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The scenery is changing |
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Through the window pane |
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A pouring, heavy rain |
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Moving, shapeless forms |
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At the brink of incarnation |
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As pictures of the past |
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Resembles us at last |
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Feel the silence I send as we speak |
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As memories turn to words (to words) |
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In those moments together we seek |
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The sequence and the rhyme |
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Feel the silence I send as we speak |
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As memories turn to words (to words) |
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In those moments together we seek |
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The sequence and the rhyme |
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Scanning the world outside |
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Engulfed by the silence |
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In this quiet street |
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Our souls were bound to meet |
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We are lovers lost |
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In search of fading memories |
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Although the hurt and pain |
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Those feelings still remain |
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Feel the silence you send as we speak |
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As memories turn to words (to words) |
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In those moments together we seek |
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The sequence and the rhyme |
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Feel the silence I send as we speak |
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As memories turn to words (to words) |
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In those moments together we seek |
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The sequence and the rhyme |
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Feel the silence you send as we speak |
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As memories turn to words (to words) |
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In those moments together we seek |
|
The sequence and the rhyme |
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Feel the silence I send as we speak |
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As memories turn to words (to words) |
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In those moments together we seek |
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The sequence and the rhyme |
