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I-- Will not cavil to you |
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For my Heart-- is an unending tune |
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And I-- Will not trouble your rest |
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For my heart-- is infinitely blessed |
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Ever a Heart-- cut from an angel crow, alone. |
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Verse 2 |
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And so-- One is ringing a bell |
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And it's just-- shimmering shell |
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The world-- slows my vision, all blurred. |
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But now-- is my lesson, it comes |
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And heat from the tall-- lamp melting the outer- wax, it holds. |
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Blood from a deep-- cut, some of the red does start, to flow. |
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Chorus |
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Sometimes my hands, they don't feel like my own, I need someone to love, I need someone to hold |
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Sometimes my hands, they don't feel like my own, I need someone to love, I need someone to hold |
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Sometimes my hands, they don't feel like my own, I need someone to love, I need someone to hold |
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Sometimes my hands, they don't feel like my own, I need someone to love, I need someone to hold |
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Oooh-- |
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Oooh-- |
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Oooh-- |
