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My memory, |
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Hangs like the stain glass of the saints past history. |
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I bury deep, Saint Anthony. |
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I hear that he can help me find the things I need. |
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Alaska winters pray for end of summer days |
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But the sun won't go away. |
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Just like me I'll bet they really want to change. |
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I can run as far as London, |
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But my past has first class seats. |
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The lighthouse lost it's beam. |
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Now all I see, |
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Is the face of the cliffs between the moonlight waxing. |
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I fear for my life, |
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That the current tonight, |
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Is stronger than the will that I have to survive. |
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So breathe you're alive. |
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So breathe you're alive. |
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So breathe you're alive. |
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Is it just me, |
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Or do you wonder if we're put here just to see, |
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How much heartache we can take, |
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Without hanging from the tallest tree? |
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I feel as lonely as a preachers wife. |
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My heart's a Russian Knight. |
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I drink to try to melt the ice. |
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The Cold War in my mind. |
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The truth hides between the lines. |
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The lighthouse lost it's beam. |
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And now all I see, |
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Is the face of the cliffs between the moonlight waxing. |
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I fear for my life, |
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That the current tonight, |
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Is stronger than the will that I have to survive. |
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So breathe you're alive. |
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Breathe you're alive. |
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Because we'll make it through this, |
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No matter the odds. |
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all bets are on. |
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It's always darkest just before the dawn. |
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The lighthouse lost it's beam. |
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and now all I see, |
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Is the face of the cliffs between the moonlight waxing. |
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I fear for my life, |
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That the current tonight, |
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Is stronger than the will that I have to survive. |
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The lighthouse lost it's beam. |
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and now all I see, |
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Is the face of the cliffs between the moonlight waxing. |
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I fear for my life, |
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That the current tonight, |
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Is stronger than the will that I have to survive. |
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So breathe you're alive. |
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So breathe you're alive. |
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So breathe you're alive. |
