| I hear your voice way down inside
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| A whispering sea of towering trees
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| But no reply
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| A silence so rare and more than I can stand
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| Sweeps like a flood
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| Through life’s flesh and blood
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| And steals away with its heart
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| If I’m losing you
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| Then there’s nothing more than I can say
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| The fighting is on and battles are won
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| Or thrown away
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| But if I could live safe and sound
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| In God given fields or mountains of steel
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| Then here I’d stay ‘til you’re gone
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| Guilty of stealing every thought I own
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| I will take my turn to fight the bullfight
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| Every word’s sunk in deep
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| Like the blades of a knife through my heart
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| But my strenght will return to fight the bullfight
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| As time’s come to show
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| I’m told nothing more than I should know
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| A ship on the sea that threatens to leave
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| But never goes
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| This island of blue
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| Where life clings to your hands
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| Like water and sand will lose its way
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| When you’re gone
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| When all’s forgiven still every fault’s my own
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| I will take my turn to fight the bullfight
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| Say a prayer for my release
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| When every hope in the world is asleep
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| And my strenght will return to fight the bullfight |