| I know we’ve been wandering
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| To long and to far
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| But behind those hills
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| They are
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| The ones who are dancing
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| Blessed by the Star
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| I’d like to pretend
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| I’m among them
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| Could it be?
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| My longing began at one one one three
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| I just realized how hollow I am
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| I came here to taste a drop of your wine
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| And maybe I’ll be ready for the dance
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| The steps are hard
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| And our feet a weary
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| But maybe the dance will make us fly
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| Yet still I’m unable
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| To rise to my knees
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| The chains around my wrists are soft and warm
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| «Soft and tender…»
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| My longing began at one one one three
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| I just realized how hollow I am
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| I came here to taste a drop of your wine
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| And maybe I’ll be ready for the dance
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| No one has ever cleared my doubt
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| No one has ever given me the answers
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| No one knows the dark I see
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| And no one can see light as I
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| No one dreams the dreams of mine
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| No one commits my sins but me
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| No one has ever seen but You
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| And I know it’s true
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| I’ll stand tall as a child
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| And ask for forgiveness
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| No more lies as I hear
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| The voice from the hills
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| The voice from the hills
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| My longing began at one one one three
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| I just realized how hollow I am
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| I came here to taste a drop of your wine
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| And maybe I’ll be ready for the dance |