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So Divine, |
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Bird of Feather, |
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And the line, |
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You crossed crossed kept us together |
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As the candle burns, |
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At both ends it divides, |
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Suffering that's how it gives, |
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Like it is with you, |
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Torn between the two, now, |
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And it's hypnotising, |
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Taking quite a toll, |
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It's time |
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But I'm only trying to make it better, |
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Is there no other way, |
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No other way to go, |
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And I'm only trying to make it better, |
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Is there no other way, |
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When your so far away, |
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I feel I'm paralysed |
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Reading the news in the mirror/media, |
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So far away, |
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fearing and with the cast and career, |
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Is there no other way? |
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Bridging the gap with calling, |
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Don't fade away, |
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Tuning my ears to the sound of your tears, |
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Is there no other way? |
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But I'm only trying to make it better, |
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Is there no other way, |
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No other way to g? |
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And I'm only trying to make it better, |
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Is there no other way, |
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When your so far away, |
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I feel I'm paralysed |
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Of course she's wondering why, |
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Only three years old, |
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Dad's gone again, |
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Don't know when, |
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We'll all be back home together |
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Life gets harder, when, |
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That candle keeps burning inside, |
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Hypnotised, |
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Not the end of telling my heart, |
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Is torn between the two, |
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That keep dividing me, |
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Has me feeling like I'm paralysed |
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But I'm always trying to make it better, |
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Is there no other way, |
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No other way to go |
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And I'm only trying to make it better, |
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Is there no other way, |
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No other way to go, |
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And I'm only trying to make it better, |
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Is there no other way, |
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No other way to go |
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And this space between us, |
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Leaves me feeling like, |
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I'm paralysed |
