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So would you tell me now |
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Are life and death a symmetry |
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Balanced on scales, either side chosen |
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And could these moments balance out against eternity |
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Promise inferred, words never spoken |
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My life is burning |
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Could you read by the light |
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Letters I've written, never to follow |
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Poets and madmen all defy reason |
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Still in my mind I know |
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I want to live my life with you |
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Dying hard |
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Play the whole hand 'til it's through |
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Dying hard |
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Dying hard |
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Dying hard |
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Dying hard |
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And in your arctic night |
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You contemplate eternity |
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Walking on water |
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Frozen in silence |
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And in that moment would you |
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Turn around and turn to me |
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Laughing away night's darker tyrants |
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My life is burning |
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Could you read by the light |
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Letters I've written, never to follow |
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Poets and madmen all defy reason |
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Still in my mind I know |
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I want to live my life with you |
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Dying hard |
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Play the whole hand 'til it's through |
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Dying hard |
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Dying hard |
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Dying hard |
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Dying hard |
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Some nights I spend alone inside my head |
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But it's better than losing it |
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And if you want to turn it all around |
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It's your life you're choosing it |
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I want to live my life with you |
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Dying hard |
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Play the whole hand 'til it's through |
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Dying hard |
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Dying hard |
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Dying hard |
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Dying hard |
