| Wind upon my shattered skin
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| Words predict a new begin
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| I recall your eyes reflect the skies
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| Dirt under my tired feet
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| In my hand an empty sheet
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| Words will never save me from your eyes
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| Speak to me now, tell me a tale
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| Tell me a secret no one knows
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| If I awake, lifting the veil
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| Show me the path that no one dares to go
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| As if I could see through your disguise
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| I stare into your eyes
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| I would stand a thousand fights
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| But we’re not meant to be
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| I would compose a thousand rhymes
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| To heal the misery
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| When everything turns dark tonight
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| We’re still not meant to be
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| The day in all it’s warming light
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| Can’t heal the misery
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| Water flows in broken times
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| Covers up our silent crimes
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| Still they are reflected in your eyes
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| Warm and soft a tender stroke
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| Like a leaf of poison oak
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| Do you know we have to pay the price?
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| Speak to me now, tell me a tale
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| Tell me a secret no one knows
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| If I awake, lifting the veil
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| Show me the path that no one dares to go
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| As if I could see through your disguise
|
| I stare into your eyes
|
| I would stand a thousand fights
|
| But we’re not meant to be
|
| I would compose a thousand rhymes
|
| To heal the misery
|
| When everything turns dark tonight
|
| We’re still not meant to be
|
| The day in all it’s warming light
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| Can’t heal the misery |