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With this pen, |
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I use invoke to describe |
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How it felt in wanting to |
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Have you again and again |
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I'll hold my breath as our world comes undone and catch the bullet if you hold the gun |
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Now, life waiting for words to define how to repair the seams of my soul Because of you, the architect still sleeps |
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A consequence of design, that life will not let go What has been said of a yearning that stands as high as mountains became of glimpse of a time to lose myself |
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And I'll hold my breath as our world comes undone and catch the bullet if you hold the gun |
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Now if only that passion within myself could command the conflict between us both |
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The beautiful denial forced me to say, i cannot let go |
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Even when my body's broken, long before my soul fades away |
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If I gave all control, the destructive love we hide will be defined in the shadow of the mourning to come Where I stand free before life for the first time I'll bask in its glow with all of my soul |
