how lonely you are waiting
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at the sunday park
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I'll elude you
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I will loose you
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existing were no soul apart
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you stand on a platform
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your effigy dissolves in my hands
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when I feel like someone to lie on
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and I feel like someone to rely on
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you can't wake up
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illusions born of the air
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something seems so precious there
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I'll elude you
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I will loose you
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as rehersal of my despair
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when I feel like someone to lie on
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and I feel like someone to die on
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you can't wake up
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oh here me
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I'm what you have left
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here I am
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in this necrologue of love
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For Her Light
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| Fields Of The Nephilim |
