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i want to be still |
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i want to walk into your grave |
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where i can shelter in peace |
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until all our cares have blown away |
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Yeah |
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let the whole world fall away |
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and fall into my arms |
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stay with me |
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i don't know how long we've got left |
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and so i'm asking you |
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to forgive me |
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i learn as i go |
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to float far away |
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into silence |
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and just watch your face |
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and find some kind of grace |
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in that quiet bliss |
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can i stay and say nothing at all, at all |
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where will we go when we get old |
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when the bustle and the noise |
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get too frightning |
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when each and every angry word |
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is banished to the past |
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that when i think |
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we'll learn as we go |
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to float far away |
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into silence |
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and i'll watch your face |
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and find patience and grace |
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in each line there |
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work each day |
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all for nothing at all, at all |
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and the few words i say |
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they mean nothing at all at all |
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will you walk into the grave with me |
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will you leave this empty world |
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soft and wistfull |
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to sink into the dark, dank earth |
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and never reappear would be blissful |
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to float far away |
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into eternal space |
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and God's silence |
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where i'll watch your face |
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and find patience and grace |
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in each line there |
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drift away and end up nothing at all at all |
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find the grace to be nothing at all at all |
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fade away and end up nothing at all |
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at all at all at all |
