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Places we find out, we're in the wrong time |
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We should suffer for black winter moments |
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Researching on the roof |
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Inside of me there's some more then |
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when the lights around the new |
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Wishing you all the time and I'm |
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In the trying area |
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What instinct from this |
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rumbling eastern light from your grace |
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Is that light from your eyes? |
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If I had a strong rope I'd twist it |
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around your new found island |
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I'd push you with all my power |
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so near that I can hear you breathing |
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I'd open the box and to write |
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the golden snowy soon in your side |
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It was written in the foggy fight |
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just so I can hear you smile.. |