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These lights are gone. |
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My ears hear no sound. |
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Folding between the skin and bone. |
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We will hear and know. |
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Folding back our ears and slow grows our heart searching for, searching for. |
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Searching for the sound. |
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The secret in your eyes. |
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Is your voice dead to me? |
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Or just too far away? |
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Searching for the sound. |
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I'm listening. |
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When scenery is taken. |
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These lights are gone. |
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My ears hear no sound. |
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Folding between the skin and bone. |
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Skin and bone. |
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Searching for the sound. |
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The secret in your eyes. |
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Is your voice dead to me? |
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Or just too far away? |
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Searching for the sound. |
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I'm listening. |
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When scenery is taken |
