Sometimes we find things we¡¯re not looking for
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and we lose the sense of reason
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Sometimes we lose what we are caring for
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and then face the day without them
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My life, my home, my you
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Sometimes we fail to say how hurt we are
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When the word we fear speaks treason
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Don¢¥t wanna be there when my Cupid dies
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from a wound by his own arrow
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Here¡¯s to life, my home, my you
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I raise a glass ¡®n drown my sorrow
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when I¢¥m on my own
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I dry my eyes on a shoulder
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but it¢¥s not my own
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I cannot hold you, my tears are made of stone
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I feel a tap on my shoulder, but¡¦ tonight I dance alone
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I raise a glass ¡®n drown my sorrow
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when I¢¥m on my own
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I dry my eyes on a shoulder
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but it¢¥s not my own
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I cannot hold you, my tears are made of stone
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I feel a tap on my shoulder, but¡¦ tonight I dance alone
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Sonata Arctica
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| Sonata Arctica |
