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He's the keeper of the lantern |
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Stone believer, it's a passion |
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And he knows it, he's the keeper |
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Hanging wishes up upon our stars |
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He waits for love |
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Yes, he waits for love |
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Flying without a hand |
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Trying to brave the land |
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Something about the man |
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Is about to make a stand |
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With nothing but liars and thieves |
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Trying to purchase thee |
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Where are you meant to go? |
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Fly away, high away |
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He's the one knight on a knackered stallion |
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His rusty armour so undervalued |
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Does he know that he's a reason |
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He's asleep now but never gone |
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He just waits for love |
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Yes, he waits for love |
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Yes, he waits for love |
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(He's the keeper) |
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Hanging without a cloud |
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Hoping to draw a crowd |
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If he's willing to take a chance |
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Come on people, make a stance |
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From tiny acorns grow |
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All kinds of seekers |
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And where are they meant go |
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But fly away, high away |
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In the maelstrom of indecision |
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Shine believer find the season |
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He helped to grow it, he's the keeper |
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Hanging wishes up upon our stars |
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He waits for love |
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Yes, he wait for love |
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He's the keeper of the lantern |
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He's the message in the midnight of your madness |
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In the backlog of conversations |
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We never had |
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We wait for love |
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Yes, we wait for love |
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Yes, you wait for love |
