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You don't believe what you don't see |
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Each grain of sand beneath the sea |
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You have no faith in a dream |
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Fade into the landspace, unseem |
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In a field of weeds, killing time |
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A winding river rushes by |
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All the while you seem to be going blind |
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A cold numb grey in your eyes |
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Breathe in, breathe deep |
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A lifetime is too long to sleep |
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Staring at lightning won't keep you warm |
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You hear the thunder, but can't get out of the storm |
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Growing weak and thin |
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This has to end where it begins |
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Waiting for winter's first snow |
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To cover your tracks, so no-one will know |
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That you ever lived, or ever lied |
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You wouldn't give, never tried |
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No words worth air ever sound |
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From a flightless bird, bound to the ground |
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Breathe in, breathe deep |
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A lifetime is too long to sleep |
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Staring at lightning won't keep you warm |
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You hear the thunder, but can't get out of the storm |
