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Here we stand, stand here like trees in winter |
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Hurt each other with words, with words of splinters |
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All our dreams will melt like the snow |
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Unknown, unfelt by the herd below |
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But they say that love will come one day |
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But I think (we might see) idiots are easily deceived |
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The days, the days there are growing colder |
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And the hands turn ever faster |
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We are born, we live and we die |
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Never knowing the reasons why |
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But they say, that God will come one day |
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But I think (we could find) that he's deaf, dumb and blind |
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The future waits, waits with an icy kiss |
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As we stumble towards, towards our nemesis |
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A sea of loneliness to engulf us |
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A noose of regrets that's to choke us |
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But they say that love will come one day |
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But I think (we might see) it won't come for you or me |
