| Can you catch me when I fall my love
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| In this dance of lust I must know who I can trust
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| But must we use these ancient word to describe something (As ung bresks as oth
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| eyes up)?
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| In this song that you may sing
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| You will forget something
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| Tied to an old remark
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| Someone said there is no spark
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| It’s weird, though we’re free to feel shame by expectations of how we should be
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| In my room you can let go and dream
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| Sleep till the day is done
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| Night time is what we have won
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| It’s ours, lush and dark and you voice has its spark
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| I can tell you why I feel this way
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| A poor misguided fool
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| Dropped into the magma pool
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| Incarnation of a broken soul
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| On a quest towards, what besides a distant cold?
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| In this song that I may sing they analyze something, bitterness in my voice
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| Makes them say I have no choice
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| This pain comes from inside
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| Containing all I must ha-ha-hide
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| In my room I can let go and dream
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| Sleep 'til the day is done
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| Night time is what I have one
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| It’s mine, lush and dark and my voice has its spark
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| I wanna go (so let it go)
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| I wanna go (so let it go)
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| The dream I know I’ve sleeped above and beyond the city walls
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| I scan with my searching eyes along the cobblestones
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| My wings are strong and they can carry you too my love
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| Lets leave our worries here and fly!
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| Can you catch me when I fall my love
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| In this dance of lust I must know who I can trust
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| But must we use these ancient word to describe something (As ung bresks as oth
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| eyes up)?
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| In this song that you may sing
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| You will forget something
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| Tied to an old remark
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| Someone said there is no spark
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| Its wierd, though were free, to feel shame by expectations of how we should be
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| In my room you can let go and dream
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| Sleep till the day is done
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| Night time is what we have won
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| Its ours, lush and dark and you voice has its spark
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| Can you catch me when I fall, My, Love? |