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A desert of sand |
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Passed through your hands |
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I'll follow you there |
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Where the dust meets the land |
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She's standing here with her colors on |
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Imagine her hair |
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Untied and long |
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And you were there |
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With her hand in hand |
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You let go running through the falling sand |
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Here we are again |
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A longtime surrender to the end |
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I asked her here |
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What's not mine? |
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She's not empty at all |
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She's crystalline |
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I'n silver hues |
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It fades again |
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She won't always be there to hold me and |
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Here we are again |
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A longtime surrender to the end |
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Death is sudden |
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Not certain death |
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Sure we die again |
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Death is sudden |
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Not certain |
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Death sure we try again |
