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words flow slowly out |
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And smooth their shapes |
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Crossing ground to meet me here in my return |
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To meet me here when I return |
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The sound sleep |
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The Morning calls |
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You’ve been here |
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You’ve been here |
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The hundred letters hug so hard |
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The little letters meet my eye |
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Just take a spin to the place |
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no more sleep to morning grace |
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No more light the days to come |
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Till you’re back here, you back here |
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The hanging threads we spin our young |
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Wish you let go,need you back here |
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And the secrets told once with that yet another way |
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Words mean much to heart |
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We are little said and quickly spurn |
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Morning dream is fool’s cascades |
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The shooting stars are lord short rage |
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And with morning lost |
| [02:14.20] |
There is no such thing as a wise man, a wise man |
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With little truth they take to drink |
| [02:31.45] |
And wiser yeah you are right now |
| [02:41.79] |
No secret is told,no one is told |
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So it’s going on |
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Here is what we learn and what we know |
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Take your pick now |
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And bent some hope |
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No Picking up your cell phone as someone’s call |
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No happy love |
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We arrange the scheme and repaint repaint repaint |
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No happy love |
| [04:18.04] |
We arrange the scheme and repaint repaint repaint |
