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I am standing on hallow ground |
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But I won't stay, maybe |
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I'm leaving tonight |
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And I'm giving some warming to |
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To the thought of being through |
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But still I feel |
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This storm inside |
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On the brink of the night and morning |
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I go out not to think but to walk into the depths of dawn |
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And I hear the sounds from all the way down |
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Ringing through my mind round and round |
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And all it feel is this yearning inside |
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I guess it's gonna be, a question of my sanity |
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I guess it's gonna be, against the heart of liberty |
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And again the thought is pleasing |
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To hang out in a city lounge |
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And walk in brilliant weather |
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But still it won't calm me down |
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Since I hear |
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This voice inside |
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I want you, need you, all the time |
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I want you, need you, all the time |
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I guess it's gonna be, a question of my sanity |
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I guess it's gonna be, against the heart of liberty |
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I guess it's gonna be, a question of my liberty |
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I guess it's gonna be, against the choice of gravity |
