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I could look in your face for a thousand years |
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It's like a civil war of pain and of cheer |
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But if you was a horse I could help you with your chains |
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I could ride you through the fields by your fiery mane |
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May your shade be sweet and float upon the lakes |
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Where the sun will be made of honey |
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I'll cry diamonds while you burn |
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'Cause no one here can save you |
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She's returning to the earth |
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But one day she'll be silver |
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Stars are dying in my chest |
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Until I see you again |
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She was born with the wings of a hawk |
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But now she combs her hair with blood |
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May your shade be sweet and float upon the lakes |
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Where the sun will be made of honey |
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May your shade be sweet and float upon the lakes |
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I know the sun could be made of honey |
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May your shade be sweet, may your shade be sweet |
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And float upon the lakes, may your shade be sweet |
