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In the skies there is a whisper |
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In the trees there is a wind |
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On the sands the waves are rolling |
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Battered hopes are floating in |
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In your veins the tide is turning |
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And the ships are sailing home |
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In your knees there is a trembling |
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With the thought they're free to roam |
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Is it going to last? |
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Is it going to last... |
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Is it going to last... |
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Is it going to last... |
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In the clouds there is a keyhole |
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In the light there is a key |
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On the shore there is a doctor |
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Setting all his scalpels free |
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In your stomach there's a prophet |
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Turning water into wine |
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In your chest there is a hunchback |
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Pulling all his bells to chime |
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Is it going to last? |
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Is it going to last... |
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Is it going to last... |
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Is it going to last... |
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Is it going to last... |
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Is it going to last... |
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