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As it flashed before my eyes |
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Like rain crashing from skies |
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I am shaken by the sight |
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Before I can find a pen |
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It is gone in the wind |
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Broken string, runaway kite |
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Please don't you give me false hope |
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You're free to go |
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I don't want you to cope |
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Now is when I choose to fight |
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To make it right |
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Or just to let it die |
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Find me electricity |
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Like the time that precedes words |
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There are colors but no rules |
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Even the dead carry on |
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Should I resurrect this hope? |
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Would it find a home |
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Or just leave me more alone? |
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Now I struggle to believe |
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I'm capable |
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Of waking up these dreams |
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Find me electricity |