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Even if I can, even if I can |
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I won't touch, no I won't touch you |
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Through this sledge, through this glass |
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I can see, I can see the dirt |
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I'm still searching, I'm still feeling |
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I'm still yearning for dreaming lands |
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Behind your soul, your feelings |
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Taken alone, without hope |
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A-without hope |
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There's a vernissage, why was it, could be(?) |
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But you're not through, inside your heart |
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Inside your soul, your soul |
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Even if I can, even if I can |
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I won't touch, no I won't touch you |
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Through this sledge, through this glass |
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I can see, I can see the dirt |
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I'm still searching, I'm still feeling |
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I'm still yearning for dreaming lands |
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Well, don't be so quick to turn a blind eye |
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I'll tell you something to be seen inside |
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Cause outside we've made |
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From our own hurt and shame |
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Don't let someone lead |
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Don't let someone feed you |
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Don't let someone lead you astray |
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Even if I can, even if I can |
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I won't touch, no I won't touch you |
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Through this sledge, through this glass |
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I can see, I can see the dirt |
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I'm still searching, I'm still feeling |
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I'm still yearning for dreaming lands |
