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What have you seen? |
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What have you felt? |
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Your lips are closed, the curtain's shut |
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All that we can see is on your sleeve |
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All that we can see is on your sleeve |
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I know from time to time |
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That hope seems but a foreign land |
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A distance that we cannot reach |
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A language we cannot speak |
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Your life is hidden in your skin |
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Though not entirely so |
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Some things can't be kept |
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And through all the things we'll find out |
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We will hold on tighter to the surface life |
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I know from time to time |
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That hope seems but a foreign land |
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A distance that we cannot reach |
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A language we cannot speak |
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In your words the movement of your eyes |
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The expressions on your face |
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The rush of your walking |
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And through all the things we'll find out |
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We will hold on tighter to the surface life |
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With our closed fists we will feel like |
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we've suceeded again |
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What have you seen? |
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What have you felt? |
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Your lips are closed, the curtain's shut |
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All that we can see is on your sleeve |
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All that you can see is on my sleeve |
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I know from time to time |
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Hope seems but a foreign land |
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A distance what we cannot reach |
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A language we cannot speak |
