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Cold wind wakes me from my |
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Sleep I've waited for this |
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Something for which I relied |
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Darkness takes me to my |
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Dreams I've waited for this |
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Something from which I can't hide |
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I'll never see it 'til it's at my door |
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'Til it's at my door, it will be ignored |
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I'll never see it 'til it's at my door |
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'Til it?s at my door, it will be ignored |
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Nothing seems to ease my |
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Conscience seems to be |
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Unconscious, all I have realised |
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Sorrow seems to eat my |
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Being, only leaves me |
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Seeing all I have is gone |
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I'll never see it 'til it's at my door |
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'Til it's at my door, it will be ignored |
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I'll never see it 'til it's at my door |
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'Til it's at my door, it will be ignored |
