What of all the talk
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Things he said
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All that stayed bottled in your heart
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And you thought
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Bottled in your heartache
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I¡¯ll fix that
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Want me, we can make a start
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Your sad little heart felt closer
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The feud was it needed time
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He was a man etcetera
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Must be held a different kind
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Oh unholy wind is blind
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Roses winter through the street
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Time keeps no trace of us
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Still feels like a song so sweet
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Like a song so sweet
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Heart
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Is a holy painter
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It fills in what our thoughts create
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Likeness of the devil
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Or an angel¡¯s come to stay
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The distance says now
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You are older
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And the dark you know
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Surely you have been touched this time
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There¡¯s no way to let him go
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And oh
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The unholy wind is blind
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Roses winter through the streets
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Time keeps no trace of us
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Still feels like a song so sweet
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Like a song so sweet
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And the moon is a haunted woman
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With the look of a vacant dream
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And she says
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Don¡¯t, don¡¯t lose him, don¡¯t you lose him
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He¡¯s the soul of your everything
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And oh
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The unholy wind is blind
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Roses winter through the streets
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Time that keeps no trace of us
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Still feels like a song so sweet
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Like a song so sweet
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Hmmm hmmm hmmm
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No Trace Of Us
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| Duncan Sheik |
