When I was in between
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The water and the sun that kept me
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Taking on the wind
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An unfamiliar voice so lovely came as a dream upon me
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Without warning through the tree
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It proves to be the one
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And only figure I was thinking
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And now IĄ¯m on my own
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And feeling like itĄ¯s the beginning
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It wasnĄ¯t fair, but understanding
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Came like a ghost, and left us quickly
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Falling form the start, I donĄ¯t feel the part
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Gripping to my car, IĄ¯m undone and ripped apart
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We never mess around
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When coming up with our own endings
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This story has its own
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Way of coming back and twisting
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Me, us, apart, searching for what of us is missing
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So pick up the pieces you drop down and walk away
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Falling form the start, I donĄ¯t feel the part
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Gripping to my car, IĄ¯m undone and ripped apart
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I was in the photograph waiting for the distant past
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Measuring the borders of your love
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Why donĄ¯t you come out?
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WeĄ¯ll make it right
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Why does everything feel like a knife?
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Why canĄ¯t I fall in love?
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Falling form the start, I donĄ¯t feel the part
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Gripping to my car, IĄ¯m undone and ripped apart
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I was in the photograph waiting for the distant past
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Measuring the borders of your love
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Falling From The Start
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