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I lost my voice |
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in the fire. |
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I burned my eyes |
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staring at your eclipse. |
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I was just a child. |
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My father's favorite. |
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My father's favorite. |
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Such delicate arms |
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keep reaching toward |
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the horizon. |
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As we keep starving for |
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this beauty, |
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we are sick with distance. |
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Grieving |
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for his failure. |
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We are sick with distance. |
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Starving |
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for this beauty. |
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We are sick with distance. |
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You keep me |
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on my knees |
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waiting for |
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waiting for |
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You keep me |
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on my knees |
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mummified |
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in your arms. |
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You keep me |
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on my knees |
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waiting for |
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begging for |
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This is the last chance that you will get |
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to breathe my name |
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into his chest. |
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I lost my voice |
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in the fire. |
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I burned my eyes |
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staring at your eclipse. |
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I was just a child. |
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My father's favorite. |
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Such delicate arms |
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keep reaching toward |
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the horizon. |
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Only the deaf find peace. |
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Only the blind won't reach. |
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Only the deaf find peace. |
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Only the blind won't reach. |
