it started with a feeling
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a special kind of feeling
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we¢¥ve lost somehow
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idle thoughts are reeling
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i¢¥m longing for your touch
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but you don¢¥t understand
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that it means so much
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you leave it up to me
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to sleep some
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how the anger that i feel
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must leave somehow
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i hear you breathe... i¢¥m waiting
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for the morning light
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i miss you... although i¢¥m lying
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right by your side
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you leave it up to me...
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i don¢¥t know why... our time went by
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there¢¥s nothing left to feel
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except this boring kind of anger
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that¢¥s wasting me
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you leave it up to me...
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a fading night... i feel the light
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(of) a day that dawn in grey
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overgrowning all my hopelessness... but shadows will
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stay...
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you leave it up to me
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Sleep Somehow
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| Wolfsheim |
