| Be still my heart you’ve got your father’s eyes
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| Heavy with wonder, it’s a good disguise
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| It’s a good disguise
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| Tell me that widow has turned into glass in the snow
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| How cold is that winter that passes us by so slow
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| How many bridges do you burn
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| In your heart when it feels right
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| When it feels right
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| I crossed that river to babylon
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| They told me those days had all come and gone
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| Remember the suns are all burnin red
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| Now flicker like a flashlight or a flame in the wind
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| Tell me those wolves have all scattered and run off from here
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| How lonely is loving without any sense of the fear
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| That waning white widow hangs loosely like smoke in my headlights
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| When it feels right
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| It was somebody’s birthday, I slept on the beach
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| I was humbled by the vastness and the distance I could see
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| I guess when I’m older I will understand
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| The passing of time is just a slight of hand |