| Can we ever get rid of the whats and the ifs
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| That doubts that exist in our minds
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| In the silence I am tricked into thinking you’ll forget
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| Can we ever get rid of the whats and the ifs
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| That doubts that exist in our minds
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| In the silence I am tricked into thinking you’ll forget
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| And I’ll be stranded like a man in a mine
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| The day between the soil and the sky
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| An emptiness, a void, a heaviness, a sigh
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| But I know you will make through alive
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| Cause you never said goodbye
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| Like a city besieged, it was the loneliest thing
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| Your silence held in cold delay
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| And I felt faint of heart cause I was caught between
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| The weight of everything I couldn’t say
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| The day between the soil and the sky
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| An emptiness, a void, a heaviness, a sigh
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| But I know you will make through alive
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| Cause you never said goodbye
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| I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
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| How to follow, to follow, to follow
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| Cause you and I know I can’t go, I can’t go
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| Between the gallows and the gates
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| The day between the soil and the sky
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| An emptiness, a void, a heaviness, a sigh
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| But I know you will make through alive
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| Cause you never said goodbye |