Dreams that I can't trace
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pull my heart away
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from love I long to taste.
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Why do I run away
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when I come face to face
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with anything I need?
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I am so afraid
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if i keep hoping
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there will come a day
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when my heart is open
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that you will walk away
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like you were never there.
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And I don't know all the truth
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from the lying
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but I know that I need you
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'cause I am dying
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from bein' held by hell
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in this cell of blinding fear.
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Oh, oh, oh, oh.
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Libera, libere, liberame
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from this dark dream
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to a life stream.
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Libera, libera, liberame
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from this bruised soul
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living half whole.
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Libera, libera, liberame.
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I know there is a place
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free from no borders
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before I turn this grace
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into disorder
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I've got to find a way
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out of this chaos.
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And I don't know all the truth
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from the lying
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but I know that I need you
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'cause I am dying
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from being held by hell
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in this cell of blinding fear.
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Oh, oh, oh, oh.
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Libera, libera, liberame
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from this dark dream
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to a life stream.
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Libera, libera, liberame
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from this bruised soul
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living half whole.
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Libera, libera, liberame
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let the truth break
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what my fears make.
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Libera, libera, liberame
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from this dark dream
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to a life stream.
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Libera, libera, liberame.
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Libera Me
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Leslie Phillips |