| Turning in, what else am I?
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| Pondering a world of hope.
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| Watching the flying doves.
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| But, say farewell to faith
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| And tomorrow’s dream of life
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| 'Cause merely today is The day that I will die.
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| So don’t forget me If we don’t make it,
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| 'Cause I’m so scared.
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| Standing naked.
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| Maybe one day I’ll figure out
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| What is going on inside.
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| My kind grows so angry.
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| Sometimes feels good to cry.
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| And, can you feel the void between us?
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| I guess I’m the one to blame for this.
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| Maybe one day we’ll meet again,
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| Losing our self in the seas.
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| The sea is left.
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| Don’t forget me If we don’t make it,
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| 'Cause I’m so scared.
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| Standing naked.
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| And I can’t feel the pain
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| Of this world and want to Become as wide as The *shy and* forest.
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| Just one last caress
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| Of a Pacific.
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| We can be one tonight
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| Through the pain and the fight.
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| Turning inward 'cause of you.
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| Sometimes the ones we heal
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| Two words unable to mesh.
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| So let your face devour our dead skin
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| Leaving us fresh and free from old sin.
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| Maybe we’ll have one last caress
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| Like it will be our last breath, so —
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| Don’t forget me If we don’t make it,
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| 'Cause I’m so scared.
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| Standing naked.
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| And I can’t feel the pain
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| Of this world and want to Become as wide as The *shy and* forest.
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| Just one last caress
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| Of a Pacific.
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| We can be one tonight
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| Through the pain and this fright. |