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I lie awake at night |
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Listening to you sleeping |
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I hear the darkness breathe |
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And the rain against the window |
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After all this time |
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Cynical and jaded |
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All the stones are diamonds |
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All the blues are faded |
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Everything I've been through |
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All I've seen and heard |
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Spend so much of my life |
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In the spiritual third world |
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But you came and brought the rain here |
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Something waiting to happen |
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Something learning to fly |
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We can talk without talking |
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From inside to inside |
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I have waited to feel this |
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For the whole of my life |
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We took ourselves apart |
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We talked about our faces |
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You said you didn't like yours |
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I said I disagree |
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I keep the pieces separate |
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I clutch them in my coat |
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A jigsaw of an angel |
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I can do when I feel low |
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From emptiness and dryness |
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The famine of our days |
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I watch the heavens open |
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Wash it all away |
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You came and brought the rain here |
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Something waiting to happen |
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Something learning to fly |
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On the edge of exploding |
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Something wild and alive |
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Something waiting to happen |
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Any time that you like |
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I have waited to feel this |
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For the whole of my life |
