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Eric's Song |
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Vienna Teng |
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Waking Hour |
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strange how you know inside me |
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I measure the time and I stand amazed |
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strange how I know inside you |
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my hand is outstretched toward the damp of the haze |
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and of course I forgive |
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I've seen how you live |
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like a phoenix you rise from the ashes |
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you pick up the pieces |
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and the ghosts in the attic |
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they never quite leave |
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and of course I forgive |
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you've seen how I live |
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I've got darkness and fears to appease |
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my voices and analogies |
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ambitions like ribbons |
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worn bright on my sleeve |
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strange how we know each other |
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strange how I fit into you |
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there's a distance erased with the greatest of ease |
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strange how you fit into me |
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a gentle warmth filling the deepest of needs |
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and with each passing day |
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the stories we say |
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draw us tighter into our addiction |
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confirm our conviction |
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that some kind of miracle |
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passed on our heads |
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and how I am sure |
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like never before |
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of my reasons for defying reason |
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embracing the seasons |
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we dance through the colors |
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both followed and led |
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strange how we fit each other |
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strange how certain the journey |
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time unfolds the petals for our eyes to see |
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strange how this journey's hurting |
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in ways we accept as part of fate's decree |
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so we just hold on fast |
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acknowledge the past |
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as lessons exquisitely crafted |
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painstakingly drafted |
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to carve us as instruments |
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that play the music of life |
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for we don't realize |
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our faith in the prize |
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unless it's been somehow elusive |
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how swiftly we choose it |
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the sacred simplicity |
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of you at my side |
