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Sarah Brightman - So many things |
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And so many things I'd forgotten, |
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In a world that we shared, |
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With so many things for the asking. |
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Never asked for the madness there. |
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Strange how I find myself |
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So often on a distant shore. |
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There's only one thing that's confusing. |
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Was it you? Was it me? |
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With so many questions unanswered |
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Or was that part of your mystery? |
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Strange how I find myself |
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So often on a distant shore. |
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So many things I'd forgotten. |
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So many things for the asking. |
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Strange how I find myself |
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So often on a distant shore. |
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How I find myself |
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So often on a distant shore. |
