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I'll fetch you water from the well, if you sweep all the ashes out into the wind. |
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As we sit by candlelight again, two moths that hover close to the light of morning. |
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And how you make this cold boy smile. |
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From the storm you took me weathered, wearied, and tired. |
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How you showed me the lessons of simple things. |
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How love made this cold boy sing. |
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Some say that love is the poem of life. |
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Some say that love is the pain of being alive. |
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Some say there's nothing on the other side, |
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Some have traded their souls for just a good time. |
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And how you make this cold boy smile. |
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From the storm you took me weathered, wearied, and tired. |
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How you showed me the lessons of simple things. |
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How love made this cold boy sing. |
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When we are in harmony... |
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When we are in harmony. |
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And how you make this cold boy smile. |
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From the storm you took me weathered, wearied, and tired. |
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How you've showed me the lessons of simple things. |
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And how love made this cold, |
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How love made this cold, |
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How love made this cold boy sing. |
