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music : Velvet Belly |
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lyrics : Dag Olsvik |
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The far away calls of a seabird somewhere |
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Reach me here through a desert of rooms |
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Rousing memories of me |
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I have come here to steal all that you try to conceal |
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I have come here to steal things that yearn to be real |
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Your pageant of hopes is displayed upon shelves |
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Finds a place among trinkets and thoughts |
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And emotions unemployed |
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I have come here to steal all that you try to conceal |
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I have come here to steal things that yearn to be real |
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And now as I'm watching these dry bones of dreams |
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Dyed with gold in the afternoon sun |
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Now my fingers lose their feel |
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I have come here to steal all that you try to conceal |
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I have come here to steal things that yearn to be real |
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From afar there's a sound haunting me until I hear |
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Wings that leave the ground |
