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When the sweetest voice is murdered in this stubborn and precocious throat |
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When the glimps is gone and the stare remains |
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When the moment dies and eternity prevailes |
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When the single sound becomes a lasting tone |
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What was it all good for |
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If you give it up now |
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If you lay down now to rest |
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If you stop the fighting |
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When four seasons merge and only one is left |
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When all the movements of this world end up to be just one |
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When all this tears we cry would gather to the flood |
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And when it hurts you feel the pain in every single bone |
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What was it all good for |
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If you give it up now |
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If you lay down now to rest |
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If you stop the fighting |
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What was it all good for |
