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Saloman hung down her head |
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Laid bare her heart |
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For the world to see |
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She craved for intimacy |
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Through darkened doors |
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Her aspect veiled with indecision |
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Gazed out to sea |
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She craved lucidity |
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Cast adrift |
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From past relationships in her life |
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Hoisted up the ideal |
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This was her saving grace |
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Seas of rage that once assailed her |
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Concern for the truth |
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Had past her by |
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And left her high and dry |
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In her saviors arms |
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In her saviors arms |
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In her saviors arms |
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In her saviors arms |
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Across the sea |
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Lies the fountain of renewal |
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Where you will see? |
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The whole cause of your loneliness |
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Can be measured in dreams |
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That transcend all these lies |
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And I wish, and I pray |
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That there may come a day |
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For a saviors arms |
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For a saviors arms |
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For a saviors arms |
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For a saviors arms |
