| I’m running out, like quiet from sunrise. |
| I’m running
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| Out, sweet sounds keep on. |
| Fate and tragedy, I’m calling
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| You selfish begging men, sweet sounds don’t leave.
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| Because there’s a world I’ve got to see and it silently
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| Waits for me, sweet sounds don’t leave. |
| Chance is in her
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| Glass house I know, and I know I’m throwing stones but
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| It’s not enough to break love’s law. |
| Now hold your breath
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| And hold your heart, a boy like you should know this
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| Part, (and what sweet sounds bring) you’ve played it.
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| Boy, you gave me life, but I’ll have my time. |
| (when
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| Trumpets sing for me) Boy, you gave me life, but it Wasn’t mine. |
| I’m running out, like quiet from sunrise.
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| I’m running out, sweet sounds keep on. |
| Trading the
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| Highest love for a case of lockjaw, five years gone but
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| Not for good, please believe. |
| I guess we’ve both held our
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| Breath so long we’ve forgotten how to dream. |
| We both knew
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| This world would drop if we but breathed. |
| Boy, you gave
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| Me life, but I’ll have my time (when trumpets sing for
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| Me) Boy, you gave me life, but it wasn’t mine. |