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Sold are the eyes I have |
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And cold is the wait for nothing |
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And dark |
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I write my name in a long line |
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How is it possible for you to try |
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It's coming true |
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I've changed my name but I will pass it on to you |
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Journey |
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No present thoughts |
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Coming day |
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Darkest wave |
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It's coming true |
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I've changed my name but I will pass it on to you |
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Our thoughts entwined |
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You speak |
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And i hear other words behind |
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I wave from the edge of the pier |
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And fade into the dreams of sleepers |
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Marked |
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I have had this stain for a long time |
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We call on the bird long before |
