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Breathe on my skin |
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Be my first violin |
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I am blind and I am helpless |
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What else is there to say? |
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I have been a freelancer |
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But to have to answer to chaos |
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Just doesn't suit you |
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So now I only hear your name |
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I keep my string under your bow |
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And all the animals I rode (wrote?) in life are sleeping |
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I have been known to surrender |
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To anything that stands |
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Higher than the halo on the angel |
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What made me what I am |
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I have been known to wonder |
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Whether I am the son of bad, old king |
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But now I only hear your name |
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I keep my string under your bow |
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And all the animals I rode (wrote?) in life are sleeping |
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Breathe |
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Breathe |
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Breathe on my skin |
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Be my first violin |
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I am blind and I am helpless |
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What else is there to say? |
