Dearest ones in an eye of a star life is brief
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A speck of dust from grass to leaf
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If on the ascendant your soul arises
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And doesn't contradict what your esence extemporises
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I've been the hermit and the love thief
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And paid for the privilege with tears of grief
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Which soon by nature circumcises
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This song will be brief
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One day in the spring a question fell
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And went straight through me
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Do bleeding angels sing when close to tears?
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I need the answer
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So if you go before me would you let me know?
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If you go before me would you let me know?
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One day in the year a bullet screamed
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And ripped straight through you
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And I saw the sun begin to bleed
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Above a flood of tears and sirens
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And are spirit's colour blind?
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So if you go before me would you let me know?
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If you go before me would you let me know
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If You Go Before Me
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| Terence Trent D`arby |
