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No haven now as |
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I watch it pour from everywhere |
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Just like the storm that has come out of thin air |
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Gentle caresses, just as paper thin, frail |
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And only lack the strength to hold |
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What if I could go to sleep for days |
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Would you count the hours |
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Or would your restlessness consume |
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Fading memories of me? |
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Fall into open arms that offer their protection |
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Quick to deny that their open to deceit |
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Long to believe, support will never cease |
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Bitter and lonely, those they've left before |
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What if I could go to sleep for days |
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Would you count the hours |
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Or would your restlessness consume |
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Fading memories of me? |
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The vibrant heart so quickly growing old |
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The warmest eyes so quickly growing cold |
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Just a glance for they don't care to see |
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What becomes of me |
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The vibrant heart so quickly growing old |
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The warmest eyes so quickly growing cold |
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Just a glance for they don't care to see |
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What becomes of me |
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What becomes of me |
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What becomes of me |
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What if I could go to sleep for days |
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Would you count the hours |
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Or would your restlessness consume |
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What if I could go to sleep for days |
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Would you count the hours |
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Or would your restlessness consume |
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Fading memories of me? |
