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It`s like |
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I always lived in this melancholic light |
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It`s like |
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I never said nohing more, than ironic lies |
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It`s like |
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I never found myself in you to know |
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It`s like |
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I never felt noone but myself |
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But now, these two hearts are falling |
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Into that sacred light, that sacred love forevermore |
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And there`s no doubt, these two hearts are falling |
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To go this far, to be whole forevermore |
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It`s like you always flew over me, so high above |
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It`s like you never touched, something you adore enough |
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It`s like you never trust the way we try to go |
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It`s like you never trust noone but yourself |
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But now, these two hearts are falling |
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Into that sacred light, that sacred love forevermore |
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And there`s no doubt, these two hearts are falling |
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To go this far, to be whole forevermore |
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It`s like |
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I always fight with this melancholic lie |
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It`s like |
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I`m always sad, even when |
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I'm satisfied |
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It`s like |
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I never find myself in me to know |
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It`s like |
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I never find nothing in this light |
