| Born into, born into this room as you
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| I have never left
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| I grew in my futility, just me
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| The room is was born into
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| Is made of cells without a view
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| An artificial wind that blew
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| To bring my silent love to you
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| Her angelic face, her immaculate grace
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| Are shining through the night
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| Like the stars in space and the moon in the sky
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| But loving you is like when pigs fly
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| I still know, I’ll see you when we stand in rows
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| Ready for the walk
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| And so I will start to move and go
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| With you my darling hand in hand
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| We’ll stumble to loading ramp
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| A cold September wind will blow
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| Then I will kiss you, yes I know
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| Her angelic face, her immaculate grace
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| Are shining through the night
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| Like the stars in space and the moon in the sky
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| But loving you is like when pigs fly |