When you fall, when you fall,
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When you fall into your silence
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No way to touch, no way to reach,
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Like a bottled ship, no less
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I wish I were the keeper of the keys
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So I could help you out
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Instead of breaking in
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Oh sweetheart
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When the blues come marching in
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Oh sweetheart
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Won't you lean into my arms again
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When you go, when you go,
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When you go into your darkness
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You're safe inside your barricades,
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Your shining armor
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But I'm tireless
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I wish I were the keeper of the keys
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So I could help you out
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Instead of breaking in
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Oh sweetheart
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When the blues come marching in
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Oh sweetheart
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Won't you lean into my arms again
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When you fall, when you fall,
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When you fall into your silence
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No way to touch, no way to reach,
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Like a bottled ship, no less
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I wish I were the keeper of the keys
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So I could help you out
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Instead of breaking in
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Oh sweetheart
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When the blues come marching in
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Oh sweetheart
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Won't you lean into my arms again
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Keeper Of The Keys
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| Marit Larsen |
