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I was on the back of a nightingale, living like a king |
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Listening to the songs that you’d sing. |
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Home fires were burning and the smoke stung our eyes |
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We were blind from birth, until that night. |
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Love grows old and we die younger each time. |
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Heaven loves a martyr， |
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And how am I supposed to run with my legs sunk in the mud? |
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I wish I had grown up a little longer， |
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And if we’d flown south, we’d have a home at least for now |
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Love grows old and I lived like a king |
