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Fading falling |
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Slow winds breaking soundscapes |
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And waves of velvet sweeping |
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Into me |
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You moved all that was in my world |
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And showed me all the new colours |
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In my universe where storms run |
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Falling, falling, falling, fall into me |
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I hear echoes of my speech |
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And I see shadows of my walk |
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I feel the past |
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I always look backwards |
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Fighting, floating |
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Tasting blood in my mouth |
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Ancient damp painting ruins |
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Feel the rising chill |
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I listened to the sound of your airs |
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We're watching stone saints fall over |
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While the black crows will be taking to the sky |
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Falling, falling, falling, fall into me |
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I hear echoes of my speech |
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And I see shadows of my walk |
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I feel the past |
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I always look backwards |
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My heart is drifting through all shades of green |
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My head is thinking through meadows of the sea |
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Lonely as I am |
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Expanding the scene where I've never (ever) been |
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A promise at last to call back the past |
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To finish off with you - I'm finishing off with you |
