[L.M. Jenssen / J. Hagen]
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Smoother surface than before
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eyes set to a different shore
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But what of that which lives within this face
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Sweeter scent than before
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renewed temptation, open door
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But what of that which stirs inside this body
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My colours have faded to gray
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I know
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Inside I feel the same
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You've left to see a fresher show
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To burn another flame
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Warmer weather than before
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storming fire now in store
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But what of the lightning we made
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My colours have faded to gray
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I know
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Inside I feel the same
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You've left to see a fresher show
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These Old Rags (Live)
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| Pale Forest |
