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[ti:No Argument] |
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[ar:Sleeping at Last] |
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[al:Yearbook] |
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Like starting war |
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Like spilling ink |
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Like the empty street |
| [00:42.20] |
You swore you saw |
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Before you blinked |
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There’s no second thought |
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There’s no turning back |
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There’s no calling off |
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This avalanche |
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Every day, now spent |
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Underneath white flags |
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Every intention, eclipsed |
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By every stain of the past |
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There’s no argument |
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Fairness is a ghost |
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There’s no argument |
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It is a rare bird at the most |
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But every sighting is proof |
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And every heart-beat proves it too: |
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That only love can change the shape |
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Of such permanent truths |
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Of such permanent truths |
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Such permanent truth |
