Like a freeze-dried rose, you will never be,
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What you were, what you were to me in memory.
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But if I listen to the dark,
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You'll embrace me like a star,
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Envelope me, envelope me...
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If things get real for me down here,
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Promise to take me to before you went away -
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If only for a day.
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If things get real for me down here,
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Promise to take me back to the tune
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We played before you went away.
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And if I listen to, the sound of white,
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Sometimes I hear your smile, and breath your light.
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Yeah if I listen to, the sound of white..
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You're my mystery. One mystery. My mystery. One mystery.
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My silence solidifies,
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Until that hollow void erases you,
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Erases you so I can't feel at all.
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But if I never fell again, at least that nothingness
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Will end the painful dream, of you and me...
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If things get real for me down here, promise to take me to
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Before you went away, if only for a day.
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If things get real for me down here, promise to take me back to
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The tune we played before you went away.
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And if I listen to, the sound of white
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Sometimes I hear your smile, and breath your light.
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Yeah if I listen to, the sound of white
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Sometimes I hear your smile, and breath your light.
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And if I listen to, the sound of white.
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I knelt before some strangers face,
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I'd never have the courage or belief to trust this place,
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But I dropped my head, 'cos it felt like lead,
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And I'm sure I felt your fingers through my hair...
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And if I listen to, the sound of white sometimes
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I hear your smile, and breathe your light.
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Yeah if I listen to, the sound of white.
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The sound of white,
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The sound of white,
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The sound of white.
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The Sound Of White
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Missy Higgins |