I wish that I could be
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In the cellars of the sea
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And disappear in them
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Never to be seen again
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Leave this life
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Its unrelenting appetite
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For feeding off the weak
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Who never had their turn to speak
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The sky will be my shroud
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A monument of cloud
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If we could turn back
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You can paper over the crack
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But it will return now
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And your heart will burn black
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Give me your hand
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Cut the skin, let me in
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The molecules of us
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Bleeding into one again
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The sky will be my shroud
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A cenotaph of cloud
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If we could turn back
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You can paper over the crack
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But it will return now
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And your heart will burn black
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Forgotten my way home
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Forgotten everything that I know
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Every day a false start
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And it burns my heart
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I know everything you said was right and I suppose
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Everything is here forever till it goes
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You gave it all away, kept nothing for yourself
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Just a picture on the shelf
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Je souhaiterai m'immerger dans les profondeurs des mers
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Y disparaitre pour ne plus jamais etre vu
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Burning up
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Now I'm racing down a road I don't recognise
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I realise I've forgotten my way home
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Forgotten everything that I know
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Every day a false start
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And it burns my heart
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Turn back
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Black Burning Heart
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| Keane |
