and every night it begins again... asleep in your eyes, oh sweet Evelyne.
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I lay me down on your throne, no gifts left to bring,
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my curtains are drawn no wind under your wings.
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And over the sigh as you set in the west,
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my fingers inside all these feelings suggest...
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I'm embracing the stone that once was your light,
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one more empty voice, all alone in the night
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I'm just one fading star that used to be in your light.
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I'm just one empty voice all alone in the night.
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I'm just one who'd have given whatever you need.
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I'm just one of the few who tried to believe...
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Awakened beside your echoing song, this aching inside it still lingers on.
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A memory of dust, in the words that you say
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adrift in the tides, your figurine in grey.
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Like towers you fall into neverwhere land
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and the millions you hold are like stars to my hands
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I had given it all, no matter the cost.
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You were all that I knew, you were all that I lost.
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And we're still wailing hearts awakened and one.
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I wanted to believe in "you are the one",
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but dreaming is done, another is waiting.
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When all this is aside, these feelings remain.
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But you wouldnt try, to look into these eyes,
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in this endless dream wide awake on your river of sorrows.
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You made me believe, you drew me into your room,
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and only silence remains...
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only silence remains...
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only silence remains...
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Figurine In Grey
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| Ashengrace |
