| Still I hear your teeth grinding bones
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| Your silver tongue is silent to the tone
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| The sky imprints its gilded frame upon my vested eyes
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| And all creation of timid nature with their gifts should shine
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| Until my dying day (until my dying day)
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| Your gift will shine on display
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| A token of your never-ending love
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| Until my dying day (until my dying day)
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| Your gift will shine on display
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| Your gift that burns bright as day
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| And now I hear your words are binding
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| So sophisticated your voice must feel like lightning
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| To an overbearing ever wearying soul
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| The sky imprints its silver frame upon my vested eyes
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| I watch your still reflection with its crystal shining
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| Forevermore
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| I will take it back, fade into the black
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| Forevermore
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| I will take it back, fade into the black
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| I became so jaded
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| Discombobulated
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| Dangerous complication
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| Now
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| Take me out (take me out)
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| Out of the fear
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| Take me out
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| Out of this fear
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| Until my dying day (until my dying day)
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| Your gift will shine on display
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| A token of your never-ending love
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| Until my dying day (until my dying day)
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| Your gift will shine on display
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| Your gift that burns bright as day |