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Touching ground Going home to those I miss
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Safe and sound Weeks of exile turn to bliss
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But there's something in her voice When she' is calling me
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A trace of to lead me
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Trough roads of agony With blood taste in my mouth
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And clouds before my eyes
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I kneel beside the bed Where my bleeding dryad lies
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Three young souls in misery
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Hitting ground Nausea wakes me up at dawn
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Hopes are found
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Dissected, turned and then
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Withdrawn
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A chair of steel and wire Her legs are open wide
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Helpless in myself I stand there cold beside
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The doctors stay away Leave us with this dismay
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To see the colours of a miracle Fade and turn to grey
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Then a cry and rivers of blood Flow so sadly
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bringing you
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Our dreams pour into a cold tray Two young souls in misery
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Missing you
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I never knew your name but I will miss you just the same
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I was to live for you I lost the will to live at all the day you came
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It'll never be the same but I will love you just the same
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You were to be the first, how wonderful
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Now I will always fear to hope again
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The irony Of seeing me whispering through her skin
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So joyfully To our child there deep within
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Or of when she called to me To tell me cheerfully
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That she had seen our shape On a hospital screen
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And of nurses being concerned That you never moved or turned
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Too late we see the warning Too late we learn
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[Hallgren]
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[Gildenlow]
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I never saw your face and now you're gone without a trace
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Except the trace of blood that's deeply scarred into my eyes To fill your place
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It'll never be the same but I will love you just the same
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I was prepared to be your father How can I ever prepare for that again?
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Still I follow that trace of blood Always leading back to you
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Hollow years of damming that flood Two young souls in misery
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Missing you... missing you...
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A Trace Of Blood
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PAIN OF SALVATION |