| Something she left in me remains imperfect
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| My heart, proceeded to its banishment
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| The blame may hang upon your…
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| Chest
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| I know all hearts dance with comforts
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| And the wounds I bear will not live in vain
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| I know hearts dance comforts
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| I stumbled when I saw your intention
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| I screamed 'from my eyes flow compassion for you!'
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| Hoping words could
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| Hoping words could move you
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| That this place is an enemy, full of harsh words and hearsay
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| And if this city were to go down in flames would you think to blow it out
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| With such a weak breath or run about the streets
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| Run about the streets, crying confusion
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| That this place is an enemy, full of harsh words and hearsay
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| And if this city were to go down in flames would you think to blow it out
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| Hoping words could
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| Hoping words could move you
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| I hope that words could move you
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| I stumbled when I saw your intention
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| I screamed 'from my eyes flow compassion for you!' |