Aimless am I listless I'm the blunt of the knife
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Drifting to the corners of life Ayla
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I could make something right
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Gentle with the kindness I'd like
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So often it's a trick of the light Ayla
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And we wait for love in the shape of us
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Until the wait is over under halcyon skies
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Until the wait is over for an innocent life
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It's a weight off my mind I could trust you
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You could tell me it's fine
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I could sew you a stitch and save nine Ayla
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None more admired and out of soft focused desire
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From honeyed milk to funeral pyre Ayla
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And we'll wait for love in the shape of us
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But the state of us Daedalus
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The wait is over under halcyon skies
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The wait is over for an innocent life
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Until the wait is over the wait is over
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Ayla
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| The Maccabees |
