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Something she left in me remains imperfect, |
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My heart, proceeded to it's banishment |
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The blame may hang upon your chest |
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I know, all hearts dance with comforts |
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And the wounds I bear will not live in vain |
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I know hearts dance comforts |
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I stumbled when I saw your intention |
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I screamed "from my eyes flow compassion for you!" |
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Hoping words could, |
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Hoping words could move you. |
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That this place is an enemy, full of harsh words and hearsay |
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And if this city were to go down in flames would you think to blow it out? |
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With such a weak breath or run about the streets |
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Run about the streets, crying confusion |
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I stumbled when I saw your intention |
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I screamed "from my eyes flow compassion for you!" |
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Hoping words could, |
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Hoping words could move you. |
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This place is an enemy, full of harsh words and hearsay |
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And if this city were to go down in flames would you think to blow it out? |
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Hoping words could, |
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Hoping words could move you. |
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I'd hope that words could move you. |
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I stumbled when I saw your intention |
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I screamed "from my eyes flow compassion for you!" |
