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Along the path where the stream is talking |
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I breathe the mist and continue walking |
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The wood, it whispers in a language of its own |
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As a sigh escaped my lips |
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I feel the light caress of fingertips |
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That steal away the breath and leave me on my own |
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Waiting by the stairs |
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Waiting, I despair |
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Waiting, I despair |
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Waiting by the stairs |
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My whole life is a dark room |
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One, big, dark room |
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Do I hear the hollow sound? |
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Footsteps resounding on this frozen ground |
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Or the familiar disappointment of the echoes of my own? |
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Waiting by the stairs |
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Waiting, I despair |
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Waiting, I despair |
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Waiting by the stairs |
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Somehow I ended up here in between |
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Where there is always the comfort |
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Of knowing I'll never be seen |
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When I fall |
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When I fall |
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I wait for just one touch |
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And I fall weightless, endless |
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Faithless, I'll adore you |
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A single touch, before I fade |
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Painless let me pass through |
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Weightless, endless |
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Faithless, I'll adore you |
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A single touch, before I fade |
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Painless let me pass through |
