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I'm searching for a place to land |
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You have my life unguarded |
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Like the deserts miss the rain |
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I feel the pain |
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I reach to you my weary hand |
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A petty man so blinded |
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Can't wait for you to understand |
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It's just who |
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I am...Reaching deep, and if |
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I canThe I will know... |
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Underneath my skin it will show |
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Although I've have been wounded |
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I know that time will heal |
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The scars we bear |
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And that we'll make them our own |
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I reach to you my weary hand |
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A petty man so blinded |
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Can't wait for you to understand |
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I need to know... |
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Who I am... |
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Reaching deep, and if |
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I canThen |
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I will know... |
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The stream of life will flow |
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With judging eyes |
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Who'll pass the test |
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Unlike before, distinct from the rest |
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I'm touching down on naked ground |
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Then walk away without a sound |
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I'll try my best to realize |
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All too often |
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I've tried to change |
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Destination known like the back |
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Of my hand |
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And still with every time when it slipped |
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Out of range |
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The trace it left remained unchanged |
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A fragile trust... in faith |
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I lustI reach to you my weary hand |
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A petty man so blinded |
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I can't wait for you to understand |
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I need to know... |
