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Like an exhausted soldier |
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sleepless for five and six days |
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burning dark clothes I wear |
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sometimes I feel like being dead. |
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The oldest fear is true love. |
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It's the desert in my mouth. |
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I've been looking for love. |
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I got enough guilt to start. |
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I'm still up and staring |
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at the trails of aeroplanes. |
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Soundless dawn slow motion. |
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Sometimes I feel like being loved. |
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The sweetest truth is failure. |
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It's the cold breeze felt in June. |
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I've been looking for her. |
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I got enough love to give. |
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And her smile now explodes in the coldest day. |
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She can't stop to instigate true-love's hopeless fate. |
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And my mouth now collides with my oldest fear. |
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I can't hold these inside. |
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I can't hold these tears. |
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It's the sound of the joy that I can't rewind. |
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I used to hear distant crack out in the city night. |
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And today I've no words |
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I'm coming unmasked for her. |
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I would like to sing it all day long. |
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It's true love. It's the sound of the joy |
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that I can't rewind. |
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I used to hear distant cracks out in the city night. |
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And today I've no words |
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I'm coming unmasked for her. |
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I would like to sing it all day long. |
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I'm still up and staring |
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at the trails of aeroplanes. |
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Sometimes I feel like being loved. |
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Just listen to the sound of the joy I can't rewind. |
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True love's hopeless fate. |
