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There's no way to temper your thirst |
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With lasting impressions or pictures of home |
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There's no way to grow that don't hurt |
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She growled from the station then hung up the phone |
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There's no sacred vision like her |
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No eye crushing mountain or jewelry to wear |
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There's no granted wish I prefer |
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Than she to be with me, for us to be there |
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I'd rather to be all alone |
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Forgiveness is fickle when trust is a chore |
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It's not every sin that's atoned |
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I heard her speak softly then heard her no more |
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There's no sacred vision like her |
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No eye crushing mountain or jewelry to wear |
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There's no granted wish I prefer |
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Than she to be with me, for us to be there |
