When did I lose my voice?
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When did I make the choice to be
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living so easy in the quiet?
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Too much of restless thinking
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But they say time is everything.
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You came and opened up the slience.
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So I lie awake,
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writing symphonies trapped inside me,
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But now I know, what you give to me,
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I'm living with the poet's heart, heart
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Now all the lights turned on and I'm never gonna stop
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As the words come out, it's because you lit the spark.
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You're a priceless, timeless, precious work of art.
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Though everywhere you are,
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I'm living with the poet's heart.
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Whisper to me again
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You *fall* from my ears straight to my pen,
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How did you see right through?
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It's like you're always new.
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So I lie awake
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writing symphonies, you awoken me
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Cause now I know, what you sing to me,
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I'm living with the poet's heart, heart.
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Then all the lights turned on and I'm never gonna stop
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And as the words come out, it's because you lit the spark.
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You're a priceless, timeless, precious work of art.
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Though everywhere you are,
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I'm living with the poet's heart
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Oh, oh
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So let's lie awake, making history
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Yeah, you and me
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Cause now we know,
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so won't you sing to me,
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our melody,
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yeah
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Now all the lights turned on and I'm never gonna stop
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As the words come out, it's because you lit the spark.
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You're a priceless, timeless, precious work of art.
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Though everywhere you are,
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I'm living with the poet's heart, heart, heart, heart
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Now my feet won't touch the ground,
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Yeah, we're flying high homeward bound
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Take my hand, yeah, just like that.
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We'll keep riding, riding
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Don't look back, don't look back,
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no, no...
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Poet's Heart
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| Westlife |
