No more late thunders
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Sitting in sin
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Come open the grudge
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I¡¯m here to breathe
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Center of all the treason
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The veil, the pain
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I¡¯m close to crystal dream
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To cross in your sky
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There no song my dove
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In this often fluent night
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Descended with the wings
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Of the unhappy¡¯s head
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The soft wind caresses your shiny memory
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My sweat flows into the walls
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It¡¯s pure exulery
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Everything I try
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Is to fill my hands with your warm light
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Everything I try
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Falls from the blade that gave us all the right
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Seeing is nothing, no restraint
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My shoulder remains deeply inside your waist
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Everything I try
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Is to fill my hands, make me whole this time
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Everything I try
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Falls from the blade that gave us all the right
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A flower of your own faith
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That tied this open door
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Never ending summer
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I find you in your way
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The future is steep
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In the rain it lives
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I know it ain¡¯t for sure
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But love does
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Everything I try
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Is to fill my hands, make me whole this time
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Everything I try
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Again, again, everything I try
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Everything I try
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Is to fill my hands with your warm light
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Everything I try
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Motherland
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| Soror Dolorosa |
