| There’s a point I’ve got to find
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| Where my heart and my soul can keep up with my mind
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| All that I feel drains out of me
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| Everything is tangible but still so out of reach
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| Do you regret the time you’ve spent looking for words to save?
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| All the days I’ve spent with you
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| You know I need them more than anything
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| I know the day will start and sun will set with or without you here
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| No. That is not an excuse I want to hear
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| Old, and in my arms you’ll always be
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| I’m a bed for your bones;
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| Chariot for your broken dreams
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| No, you’re more than life should offer me
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| I am trapped in myself
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| Prisoner to what this world brings for me
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| Old; |
| in my arms you’ll always be
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| I’m a bed for your bones;
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| Chariot for your broken dreams
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| When you’re on your death bed, who will be there?
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| All the words you sang to me linger through eternity
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| When you’re on your death bed, who will be there?
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| All the words you say
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| All the words about fate that may come and sweep you away
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| When you’re on your death bed, who will be there?
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| All the words you sang to me linger through eternity
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| When you’re on your death bed, who will be there? |