I let go my words
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To make room for your temper traps
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The air dances to the farthest melody
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As we live only though our transparent skin
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We travel far
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To try to understand
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That no one can ever break this,
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No one will ever break this promised land
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I let go my voice
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It's fragility will only make me strong
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Your heart dances at a speed I'll never know
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Your heart dances leaving mine out of control
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We travel far
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To try to understand
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That no one can ever break this,
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No one will ever break this promised land
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We travel far
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To try to understand
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That no one can ever break this,
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No one will ever break this promised land
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Neruda
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Russian Red |