The weight of days on me....
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I am done.
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The corn is burning under my feet
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The words like circles and
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I'm waiting for someone to catch my fall
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in the deepest void of all
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Haven't seen you in weeks
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No clouds in the sky to rain me a drop
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loving touch I need
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and I am killing time by the lake
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diving off the cliff, many times
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scarring myself, colliding
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on the lake bed so dry....
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The world's without virginity
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And souls have no intergrity
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The Word of grave old danger -Love,
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It's all I'm after, oh
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I am done...
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The ground's not shaking under my feet
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The World's not turning anymore
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Wind is a thief, lonelier than me
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and it - does - not - want - me - in here...
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plant a Flower of Love, care for it, water it,
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Lounge in the shade of the stale champagne
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Take a look at the flower so fatal, yet beautiful
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Showed the Bee where to fly
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and then let it die
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The world's without virginity
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The souls have no intergrity
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The Word of grave old danger -Love,
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It's all I'm after, oh
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I am done...
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Bring me to recovery
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give it to me, I'm after tranquillity
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I somehow lost my line of sight
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Before I cast the final die...
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Once planted plastic grapes,
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The harvest of a lifetime,
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Real bad wine.
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The sum of false virginity
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and my lost integrity
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The Word of grave old danger -Love,
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For you I'm after, oh
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I am done
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The world without virginity
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A soul with no integrity
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The Word of grave old danger -Love,
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Bring me to recovery
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give it to me, I'm after tranquillity
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I somehow lost my line of sight
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Before I cast the final die...
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Once planted plastic grapes,
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The harvest of a lifetime,
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Real bad wine.
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The ground is shaking under my feet
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The World is turning,
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and the
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Wind has a friend in Misery,
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but I know - she - only - loves - me...
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The Harvest
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Sonata Arctica |