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vienna teng |
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the tower |
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the one who survives by making the lives |
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of others worthwhile |
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she's coming apart |
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right before my eyes |
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the one who depends on the services she renders |
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to those who come knocking |
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she's seeing too clearly what she can't be |
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what understanding defies |
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she says I need not to need |
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or else a love with intuition |
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someone who reaches out to my weakness and won't let go |
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I need not to need |
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I've always been the tower |
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but now I feel like I'm the flowers trying to bloom in snow |
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she turns out the light anticipating night falling tenderly around her |
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and watches the dusk |
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the words won't come |
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she carries the act so convincingly the fact is |
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sometimes she believes it |
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that she can be happy the way things are |
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be happy with the things she's done |
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she says I need not to need |
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or else a love with intuition |
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someone who reaches out to my weakness and won't let go |
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I need not to need |
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I've always been the tower |
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but now I feel like I'm the flowers trying to bloom in snow |
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reach out hold back |
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where is safety |
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reach out and hold back |
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where is the one who can change me |
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where is the one |
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the one a... a....a... |
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music ......... |
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reach out hold back |
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where is safety |
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reach out |
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and hold back |
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where is the one who can save me |
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where is the one |
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the one a...a...a... |
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I need not to need |
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or else a love with intuition |
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someone who reaches out to my weakness and won't let go |
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I need not to need |
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I've always been the tower |
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but now I feel like I'm the flowers trying to bloom in snow |
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I feel I like I'm the flowers trying to bloom in snow |
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I dingerous I the power find down the floor |