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I ask myself, what is the meaning? |
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Of words like love, It may be dreaming |
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I may be dreaming, I may be dreaming |
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In fright of love , I holler |
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If not in love , I desire |
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Soon it will pass like a slow procession |
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From far away the shadow is rising |
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It's calling me, It's calling me, It's calling me, It's calling me, |
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Will it be wrong or right? |
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Will it come with delight? |
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Will it come with a curse? |
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Will it be better or worse? |
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And sweet with every sound? |
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Will it stand on solid ground? |
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Save me from myself, darkness reigns at twelve |
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I am falling, I fall for you, I am falling |
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Dead water, dead sand, dark clouds will descend |
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Here where all broken hearts |
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Cherish solitude in the dark |
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Sometimes I picture you, sliding into substitutes |
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Not knowing if I'm strong |
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Not knowing what's begun |
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I fall for you, I fall for you |
