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Time stands still |
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When you fear your hope is gonna fade |
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Hope doesn't come |
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'Til you catch your fear and give it away |
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I'm waiting for the tide |
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The darkness of this night |
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To fade into the night |
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And it won't be long |
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I hope it won't be long |
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Oh no |
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Told me they would come |
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Told me they were gonna take him away |
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He's the only one |
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He's the one that makes me feel this way |
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And don't you criticise |
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What you can't understand |
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He's the pulse inside my hand |
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He's the only one |
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He is the only one |
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I see, hear, taste, I breathe him |
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Seven years and thirteen days |
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Oh I wouldn't forsake him |
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My own disturbed angel boy |
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I would wait a thousand years for you |
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Breathe into your heart |
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Let me taste the colour of your core |
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Memory rewind to the heady time we had before |
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Coming up, I'm coming down |
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Reaching up and falling down |
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The time is coming round |
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And it won't be long |
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I hope it won't be long |
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I see, hear, taste, I breathe him |
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Seven years and thirteen days |
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Oh I wouldn't forsake him |
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My own disturbed angel boy |
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I would wait a thousand years for you |
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Coming up, I'm coming down |
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Reaching up and falling down |
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The time is coming round |
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And it won't be long |
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I know it won't be long |
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I see, hear, taste, I breathe him |
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Seven years and thirteen days |
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Oh I wouldn't forsake him |
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My own disturbed angel boy |
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I see, hear, taste, I breathe him |
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Seven years and thirteen days |
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Oh I wouldn't forsake him |
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My own disturbed angel boy I would wait a thousand years for you |
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I would wait a thousand years for you |
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I would wait a thousand years for you |