There's the moon asking to stay
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Long enough for the clouds to fly me away
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Well it's my time coming, i'm not afraid to die
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My fading voice sings of love,
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But she cries to the clicking of time
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Of time
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Wait in the fire...
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And she weeps on my arm
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Walking to the bright lights in sorrow
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Oh drink a bit of wine we both might go tomorrow
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Oh my love
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And the rain is falling and i believe
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My time has come
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It reminds me of the pain
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I might leave
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Leave behind
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Wait in the fire...
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And I feel them drown my name
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So easy to know and forget with this kiss
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I'm not afraid to go but it goes so slow
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Grace
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Jeff Buckley |