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Up on the hill lies an old broken house |
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Memories built, frozen by someone else |
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I can sense you're still there, there waiting |
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A ghost roams the land |
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Shedding tears across the grass |
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The blades grow with sadness and flowers never last |
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They're wilting away and die waiting |
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You sense there's danger for the butterfly |
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Oh my love, if only you'd come and take me |
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Paint me with life and bail me out of this plight |
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Cause I'm still here waiting for you |
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I close my eyes and I can see you |
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A suitcase is packed |
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But there's nowhere to belong |
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Always a minute |
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Til she's coming home |
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But she never appears |
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And I'm fading away |
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If you lift the curse, |
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And somehow you returned |
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I know if you stay |
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There'll be no danger for the butterfly |
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Oh my love if only you'd come and take me |
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Paint me with life and save me from this endless night |
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Cause I'm still here waiting for you |
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There's never a door I can go through |
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I hold on to you |
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I am fading out |
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Feels like I'm fading out |
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Out of reach, fading out |