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Speaking the mourning |
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Your breathe on my mouth |
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And lightbulb hole |
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For you I'll find my name. |
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Winter is gone we just fly in the dust |
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In the warm flat plaid |
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When you call my name, |
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When I see your smile again |
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And now. |
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There are no more walls |
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In your room |
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No bed no clothes |
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We need just teen's like times |
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Wake up |
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And open wide the hymns to hide |
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Today you take we by the hands to stay |
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And maybe it's just a dream |
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The dream that smells |
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Like winter's night |
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We can't |
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Oh we can't believe |
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Tone of grey on mouth so close |
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Is it just a spell |
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Is it just your smell |
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Why I saw your smile again? |
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Oh girl |
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We fear the sounds of time |
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We tear our bad shaped lies |
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No we won't believe |
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Oh day |
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We lead a simple life |
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We pay a common price |
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No dubt, |
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We need just teen's like lies. |
