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As I fall I leave a scar upon the sky |
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A simple note for you, I'll wait for your reply |
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And in your answer, I'll regain my will to try |
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So hover in the diving light |
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We will rip the night |
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Out of the arms of the sun one more time |
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Close your eyes and we will fly |
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Above the clouded sky |
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And over the dumbstruck world, we will run |
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In these hills, they wash the golden grains away |
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To the valley under all of this I lay |
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And may you dig me out unearthed and saved |
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So hover in the diving light |
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We will rip the night |
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Out of the arms of the sun one more time |
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Close your eyes and we will fly |
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Above the clouded sky |
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And over the dumbstruck world, we will run |
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We can rip the night |
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Out of the arms of the sun |
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A blood red feather leaves a scar upon my hand |
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No longer astounded like a painted bird on a fan |
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So hover in the diving light |
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We will rip the night |
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Out of the arms of the sun one more time |
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Close your eyes and we will fly |
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Above the clouded sky |
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And over the dumbstruck world, we will run |
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We can rip the night |
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Out of the arms of the sun |
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We can rip the night |
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Out of the arms of the sun |
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We can rip the night |
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Out of the arms of the sun |