My mind is wandering in a deep sea
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In search for an island to come out of waves
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Things that would have become wind
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Behind my mainsail are pushing me within
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Last night my dreams told me
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Something about you and me
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Something forthright has to be
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Doom's whispers daze me
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I don't know what
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they are trying to tell me
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However the waves don't move me now
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I dream about full lips moving all night
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Yet the wind doesn't belly my sails
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From deep within my soul you still come out
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After a long time I still don't want
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To let let my true grief come out
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I can remember some whispered words
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Telling you are not what I really wish
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Why is my heart bleeding?
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Why is my soul suffering?
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Why? If I really don't need you
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Now I ask myself
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What would truly have grown
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When you wished to be with me
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Now I Ask Myself
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| Lorien |
