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It's a curious sound,bone collectors |
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Rustling leaves on their knees |
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Many poets in thiw town |
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But I have feelings that can't go |
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Swipping thedust of the windows and the doors |
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Well I'm notso rumble |
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But I'm always on time |
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Believing on what's left behind |
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All the sheets and decors of my life |
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Are in my blood |
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In my blood |
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Feeling thelast time,I'll never go away |
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And I've been in a place |
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Where I don't have to miss anymore |
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Your flavour on my tongue |
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In my blood |
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Sparkling in your eyes |
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The moment I die,I'm hopng that I don't have to miss anymore |
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Reincarnate,how I wish that I could come back again |
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How I wish that I could do this again |
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Memory calling beats my heart |
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The cry is mistaken for the sound of loneliness |
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Better far too many stars |
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On the Eart there is the2 of us |
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Gingerly down for my hand is a thief |
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And I'm bouncing forward |
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For the moment is right |
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As another one is lost |
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Is a kind of release |
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And it's coming to me with a sense of relief |
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In my blood |
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Feeling thelast time,I'll never go away |
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And I've been in a place |
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Somewhere I don't have to miss anymore |
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Your flavour on my tongue |
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In my blood |
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Sparkling in your eyes |
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The moment when I die,I'm hoping that I don't have to miss anymore |
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Reincarnate,how I wish that I could come back again |
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How I wish that I could do this again |
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Reincarnate,how I wish that I could come back again |
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How I wish that I could do this again |
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You're in my blood,in my blood,in my blood |
