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'Til the colours dissolve a slight difference in the air I feel. |
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Whatever wind says I am that's what I'm not. |
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I don't cry over you. |
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My hands are so cold, my face is so pale. |
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With more sky than words I live. |
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Season has changed, each loss of my breath I gaze the blue. |
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I never see stars again, I have them on my knees. |
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Heaven trickles down the drain. |
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Still showing my teeth to the great vast vault, |
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I want to sweat out fears. |
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I'll cover my shame with salt sky waves |
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bathing all my limbs away. |
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I want the (whole) world to know how I cried |
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how my spirit flew. |
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'Til the blue sky involves a slight difference |
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in this life I make. |
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Notwithstanding the untold, |
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the universe is mine, in this basement I hold (out). |
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My hands are so cold |
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my face is so pale. With more sky than words I live. |
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Season has changed, each loss of my breath |
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I gaze the blue. |
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I never see stars again, I have them on my knees. |
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Heaven trickles down the drain. |
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Still showing my teeth to the great vast vault, |
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I want sweat out fears. |
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I'll cover my shame with salt sky waves |
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bathing all my limbs away. I want the (whole) world |
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to know how my spirit flew, how my eyes and skies unite. |
