Here once again.
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What can I do with this,
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in my heart once again?
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Why would I do this,
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without your hand in mine, without time?
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When I feel nothing,
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when my head spins from the damage.
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When I feel nothing.
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Here once again.
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Do this thing in my heart,
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in my heart once again.
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Why would we ever part,
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without your hand in mine, without time?
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When I feel nothing,
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when my head spins from the damage.
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When I feel nothing,
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when my heard spins from your absence.
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It's your whisper sweetheart.
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The Damage
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| Mourning September |
