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If I could hug my love, could I try |
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For your wings to cover me and let them fold? |
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Half alive, I heard the most brilliant lie |
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Sleepless eyes close the light |
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And rest the mind while you burn |
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Can't stutter when you're talking with your eyes |
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By cutting out your tongue you save face |
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Feeding on the blood lips running from a black day |
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Cry on, black rain |
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Cry on, black rain |
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Cry on, black rain |
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If I could hug my love, could I try |
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For your wings to cover me unless I fall? |
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Sleepless eyes close the light |
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And dust the mind while you burn |
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You can't stutter when you're talking with your eyes |
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By cutting out your tongue you save face |
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Feeding on the blood lips running from a black day |
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Cry on, black rain |
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Cry on, black rain |
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Cry on, black rain |
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Black rain, black rain |
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You can't stutter when you're talking with your eyes |
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By cutting out your tongue you save face |
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Feeding on the blood lips running from a black day |
