| Along the pathwhere the stream is talking,
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| I breathe the mist and continue walking.
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| The wood it whispers in a language of it’s own.
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| As a sigh escaped my lips,
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| I feel the light caress of fingertips that,
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| steal away the breath and leave me on my own.
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| Waiting by the stairs. |
| (Waiting, I despair)
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| Waiting, I despair. |
| (Waiting by the stairs)
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| My whole life is a dark room.
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| One, big, dark room.
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| Do I hear the hollow sound,
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| Footsteps resounding on this frozen ground,
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| Or the familiar disappointment of the echoes of my own?
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| Waiting by the stairs. |
| (Waiting i despair)
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| Waiting, I despair. |
| (Waiting by the stairs)
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| Somehow I ended up here in between,
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| Where there is always the comfort,
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| Of knowing I’ll never be seen.
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| When I fall
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| When I fall
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| I wait for just one touch,
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| And I fall
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| Weightless,
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| Endless,
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| Faithless, I’ll adore you.
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| A single touch, before I fade. |
| Painless let me pass through.
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| Weightless,
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| Endless,
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| Faithless, I’ll adore you.
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| A single touch, before I fade. |
| Painless let me pass through |