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I'm grieving for the dreams that you could have had |
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Mist in the rain, snow on the rising tide. |
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Over and over they disappear |
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I'm grieving for the love that we should have had |
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The feeling was there, |
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I just couldn't say the words |
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Holding you tight as we said goodbye |
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The last bright light |
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The last bright light |
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The last bright light |
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I'd rather put life in your heart |
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Than money in your hand |
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I'd rather put dreams where they could fly |
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Than let them disappear |
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In the emptiness |
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A cold heart dies |
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I hope that you know that |
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I love you. |
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The bright sun is swelling out of control |
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Nature is losing a child of her own |
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Burning her hands she's holding the fort |
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To the last |
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The blue pearl is swallowed, snow on the rising tide |
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Thoughts will scatter like ancient remains |
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Beyond the night sky. |
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The last bright light |
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The last bright light |
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The last bright light |
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The last bright light |
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I'd rather put life in your heart |
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I'd rather put dreams where they can fly |
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The terrible truth, the tears and the filth |
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The ghost of a winter so dim in your eyes |
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Standing alone, the sun in the night |
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Burning the autumn, the world on its knees |
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I hope that you know that |
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I love you |
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I hope that you know that we love you. |
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Away in the emptiness a cold star dies |
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I know that you know that we'll miss you |
