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Behind these bright deceiving eyes, |
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behind these lips forever smiling |
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lies the meaning of despair |
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like a fugitive in hiding |
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Today I wish that I would find a way |
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to change the way I am |
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then maybe it might still be yesterday, |
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before it all began |
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Now that the light is fading, |
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this is the only thing I know |
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how to reach reach, how to touch, |
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and call my own |
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There's so much I'm yet to know in |
| [01:36.07] |
the art of letting go |
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Under dark December skies |
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somewhere my happiness is calling |
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like a sun that never shines, solemn |
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sleepless till the morning |
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And so I live to fight another day |
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and see what I've become |
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I could live forever in a yesterday |
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or I could turn away and run |
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Out of the arms of sorrow |
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into the open arms of hope |
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Out of reach, out of touch and on my own |
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Time is all there is to know in |
| [03:25.23] |
the art of letting go |
