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While the dying world redefines |
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The reasons we strive to exist |
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We feign control though we're bound to learn |
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The meaning of moments like this |
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'Cause in the peaceful hour, the quiet spell |
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Seduced by the promise of bliss |
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We soon forget that nothing's happened yet |
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We're living for moments like this |
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So hold me, whisper gently |
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This is what we live for, how we learn who we are |
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It defines us, ever reminding us |
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That life never is more precious than this |
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From the dim light in the greyness |
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The aim of the soul tends to miss |
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When the clouds catch fire and the ocean's pitch |
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We're made for the moments like this |
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So hold me, whisper gently |
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That there's nothing to fear |
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You'll always be near, to remind me, stand behind me |
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Although life can be rough we can never give up |
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It's in our power to face the storm with all its fury and madness |
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The flash of thunder roll behind us with a longing and sadness |
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The clouds will break |
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Hold me, whisper gently |
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This is what we live for, how we learn how we are |
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It defines us, ever reminding us |
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That life never is more precious than this |
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So hold me, whisper gently |
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That there's nothing to fear |
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You'll always be near, to remind me, stand behind me |
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Although life can be rough we can never give up |
