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Nobody knows about inspiration |
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Where it may hide or its destination |
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Forever seeking the fire of its presence |
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And when it finally hits in its struggles and fits |
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It's as precious as silence |
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What was bound in my soul |
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Has now burst beyond control |
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I can't contain it anymore |
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Your love drowns lonely cold |
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With the satisfying warmth of inspiration |
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I was spent, I lacked inspiration |
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Too many false attempts had only left me vacant |
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Potential trials, trapped in a crowded prison |
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But your love is bold enough to bring a mighty flow |
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To the driest river |
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What was bound in my soul |
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Has now burst beyond control |
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I can't contain it anymore |
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Your love drowns lonely cold |
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With the satisfying warmth of inspiration |
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All is alive, there is no distance |
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How my spirit longs for your inspiration |
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So fill me up, fill me up, fill me up |
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Oh, fill me, oh |
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What was bound in my soul |
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Has now burst beyond control |
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I can't contain it anymore |
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Your love drowns lonely cold |
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With the satisfying warmth of inspiration |
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[Incomprehensible] |
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With the satisfying warmth of inspiration |
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Of inspiration |
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Of inspiration |
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Inspiration |
