I hear your voice
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Way down inside
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A whispering sea
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Of towering trees
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But no reply
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A silence so rare
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And more than I can stand
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Sweeps like a flood
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Through life's flesh and blood
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And steals away with it's heart
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If I'm losing you
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Then there's nothing more that I can say
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The fighting is on
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And battles are won
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Or thrown away
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But if I could live
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Safe and sound
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In God given fields
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Or mountains of steel
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Then here I'd stay
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Till you'd gone
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Guilty of stealing
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Every thought I own
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I will take my turn
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To fight the bullfight
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Every word's sunk in deep
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Like the blades of a knife through my heart
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But my strength will return
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To fight the bullfight
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As time's come to show
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I'm told nothing more than I should know
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A ship on the sea that threatens to leave
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But never goes
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This island of blue
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Where life clings to your hands
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Like water and sand
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Will loose it's way
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When you're gone
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When all's forgiven
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Still every fault's my own
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I will take my turn
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To fight the bullfight
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Say a prayer for my release
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When every hope in the world is asleep
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And my strength will return
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To fight the bullfight
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Before the Bullfight
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David Sylvian |