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Of all the stories that have ever been written |
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I've been assailed, right off the page |
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Winter fell across the floor in silence |
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I just stopped and wondered why |
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Well it's a cold and strange sad situation |
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Off the shores, tossed by by the waves |
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My every other word misunderstood why |
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I'd ever speak out loud again |
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Clinging on so tight |
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I bled my hands |
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I draw the shades |
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And hang my head and run |
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All the simple things |
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Essential to me |
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You cast aside |
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To go and be alone |
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You can't see the way I grieve |
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Love's the air I need to breathe |
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I hope you understand |
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Just need to find myself again |
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I see no choice but leaving |
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So tired of flying alone |
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On the battlefield |
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You were never there beside me |
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Who will I be if I recover from this |
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I'm not the enemy |
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There's so much good inside me |
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The real you left and never came back home |
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Round and round, oh |
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There is a rhythm where |
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Two hearts should meet |
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A sense of comfort and |
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A point of common ground |
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To have and then to hold and then to cry |
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And then to break upon the waves |
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You see me through dark eyes |
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That color me wrong |
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Immersed inside the world |
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Where charity dies |
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And what of all that talk of |
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How two become one and |
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I hope you understand |
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Just need to find some grace again |
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There seems to be no reason |
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Rejected off and away |
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On the battlefield |
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You were never there beside me |
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Who will I be should I recover from this |
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There are no enemies |
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Just death of love inside me |
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The bitter truth of this has come back home |
