My memory,
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Hangs like the stain glass of the saints past history.
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I bury deep, Saint Anthony.
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I hear that he can help me find the things I need.
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Alaska winters pray for end of summer days
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But the sun won't go away.
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Just like me I'll bet they really want to change.
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I can run as far as London,
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But my past has first class seats.
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The lighthouse lost it's beam.
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Now all I see,
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Is the face of the cliffs between the moonlight waxing.
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I fear for my life,
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That the current tonight,
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Is stronger than the will that I have to survive.
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So breathe you're alive.
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So breathe you're alive.
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So breathe you're alive.
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Is it just me,
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Or do you wonder if we're put here just to see,
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How much heartache we can take,
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Without hanging from the tallest tree?
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I feel as lonely as a preachers wife.
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My heart's a Russian Knight.
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I drink to try to melt the ice.
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The Cold War in my mind.
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The truth hides between the lines.
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The lighthouse lost it's beam.
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And now all I see,
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Is the face of the cliffs between the moonlight waxing.
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I fear for my life,
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That the current tonight,
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Is stronger than the will that I have to survive.
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So breathe you're alive.
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Breathe you're alive.
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Because we'll make it through this,
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No matter the odds.
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all bets are on.
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It's always darkest just before the dawn.
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The lighthouse lost it's beam.
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and now all I see,
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Is the face of the cliffs between the moonlight waxing.
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I fear for my life,
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That the current tonight,
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Is stronger than the will that I have to survive.
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The lighthouse lost it's beam.
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and now all I see,
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Is the face of the cliffs between the moonlight waxing.
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I fear for my life,
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That the current tonight,
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Is stronger than the will that I have to survive.
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So breathe you're alive.
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So breathe you're alive.
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So breathe you're alive.
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Saint Anthony
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Senses Fail |