| Sweetest, taste your armor I can never mold
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| Feel it. |
| Hold your honor, bright as falling snow
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| Now your heaven keeps me honest
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| But you can see my grey has faded
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| And you can’t erase it
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| Never know you’re waiting, listening to your heart
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| No one seems to notice
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| That all my broken parts get mended
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| But I feel alone
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| And you can’t erase it, again
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| And from my words your will was broken
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| Knowing I’ll never get it back
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| Feeling all your worries, I can never know
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| Bleeding for your kindness, but I cannot control heaven
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| Or your hell, when I have nothing to offer you now
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| And you feel alone
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| And you can’t erase it again
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| You’re still a breeze upon my skin
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| Close my eyes, breathe you in
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| I’m still the shadows in your night
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| Taking over, until I fade into your light
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| But you won’t erase me
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| Heaven or hell will have to wait
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| You won’t erase me
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| So you just color me from grey
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| «Hello» through the crowd
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| When I thought, I saw your face
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| Ever I was searching, endless all these days
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| But you didn’t know my name, now I…
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| I can’t help this awful feeling that I can’t erase you |