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Like a rolling tide |
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Like a gentle slide nears the point where you and I converge |
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I won't have you say that my wilful ways is a vast new land just now emerging |
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You know what I am |
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I'm the fire you thought you'd lost |
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I'm that breathless touch of frost |
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The one spell that will endure |
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The cancer and now the cure |
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And you seem to find a pleasant peace of mind in the fact that I'd take on the world for you |
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Does it strike you then, when you withdraw again, that it might be worth your while to see it through? |
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Make a leap of faith |
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Trust the riddles and the signs |
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Cross that cold, forbidding line |
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Find the trail between the words and chase down what you have stirred |
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'Cause I know you feel it change |
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From a whisper to a storm |
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From a keyhole to a door |
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From a flow of honeyed brine |
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To your tremors locked in mine |
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I was never moved by serenades beneath my window, but by your gentle touch on my spirit and on me |
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I am! |
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I am spirit, I am clay |
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I am growth and I'm decay |
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I'm a saint ablaze with sin and I end where I begin |
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And I will not be defined by another's set of rules; by a Reason void of Truth |
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My own path is mine to choose, but my heart is all for you |
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It's the little things, like this need to sing |
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Like the way your voice resounds in me |
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Like the way you resound in me |
