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a winter palace |
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from the arabian nights |
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white waves on an ocean |
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gems from a golden age |
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life in your new world |
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turning round and round |
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making some sense |
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where there's no sense at all |
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no promises |
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but if you should fall |
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stars die in the silence |
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of arabian nights |
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wind washes the seasons |
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in these days of a golden age |
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life in your new world |
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turning round and round |
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making some sense |
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where there's no sense at all |
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no promises |
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but if you should fall |
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I could give you more |
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than just the shape of things |
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break every word |
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begin it all again |
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your name on a white sheet |
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pure lace shot with passion |
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but as love lies |
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bleeding in your hands |
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heaven sends you |
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no promises |
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of arabian nights |
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no white waves on an ocean |
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no gems from a golden age |
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life in your new world |
|
turning round and round |
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so make some sense |
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where there's no sense at all |
|
I give you |
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no promises |
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but if you should fall |
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no promises |
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but if you should fall |
|
you fall |
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no promises |
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but if you should fall |
|
no promises |
|
but if you should fall |
|
you fall |
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life in your new world |
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as it turns round and round |
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no promises |
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but if you should fall |
