This tension is growing along with us, holding out,
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we feel it, It stays through storms and summers now,
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with no end. These days seem to shorten when you stand here,
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but you're no here and this air stands still,
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hold anything to keep from letting go, Attention is paid to this
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distance, The times that we are close we know how this feels
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alright, and it feels alright, so we'll wait for these weeks to come
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and slowly g, and it seems I never end up coming back home,
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but we're holding tighter now to what we want, there was a
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time when I meant this
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Give up now.
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Lusitania
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| Fairweather |
