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I think I've seen you somewhere |
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I don't remember where |
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it must have been among the woods |
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or in my precious lonely dreams |
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your figure so familiar |
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the wind blows whispering secret |
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as I'm walking in the dirt |
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like barefoot tired and wondering why |
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the moon shows it's dark side |
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it's cold and there's no light |
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big clouds full of mystery |
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the way you look tonight |
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makes me cry |
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makes me cry |
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and all your joy means nothing |
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it's only sham and it's a shame |
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it really tells me nothing |
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can't cope with fashion, crowds and feign |
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my rapture is my breathing |
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my life just poetry to you |
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it's silence I rejoice in |
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cringing I won't waste my time |
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so watch me, here I'm standing |
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truly there's nothing left |
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there's nothing left but heaven above |
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and, mother, that's strong will to cry |
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makes me cry |
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makes me cry |
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the approaching of the hour |
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the approaching of the hour |
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the hour is hours |
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...how came the hour is ours? |
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how came? |
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once born and crashed on waves of misery |
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you've never known for all we care |
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sweet, bitter, salty or just growing old? |
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you've never cared for all we know |
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once born and crashed on waves of misery |
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you've never known for all we care |
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sweet, bitter, salty or just losing faith? |
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you've never cared for all we know |
