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I want to see you |
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The way you the way you see yourself |
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I want to see you |
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The way you see yourself |
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I want to understand your pain, |
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And know exactly where it rains inside your soul |
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I want to see you |
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The way the flowers know the grave |
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I want to see you |
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The way the flowers know the grave |
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I want to tie around your head, |
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Every silly word you said when you were still easy. |
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I've been fighting just to keep you holding on, |
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And it ain't getting any easier to give or get along |
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If we can't breath, in the sky, we are stars, |
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We are free to swell beyond our childhood dreams |
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In the fire, we are flames, we are broken |
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I want to heal you |
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When the fruit's still in your hand |
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I want to heal you |
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When the fruit's still in your hand |
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I want to rearrange the trees and make a shelter from the leaves |
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Where you can be pure again |
