| I see a place where candles burn and lovers rest tonight
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| The hollow sound inside me now keeps telling me to write
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| But songs of love will never leave love’s feelings undefiled
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| The tide has turned, the waves roll in, the waters fill my eyes
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| The price of lust has risen till the ceiling will not stand
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| The tears I shed were not in shame, the world was in my hands
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| If trust was just a simple thing then trusting I would be
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| But deep within my soul I know it’s better to be free
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| The days fly by, the waves roll in, but freedom has not come
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| I fear my faith will soon give out, my senses come undone
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| My role is played, the demon dogs come stealin' o’er land
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| And foolish I would climb once more a tree too weak to stand
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| I see a place where candles burn and lovers rest tonight
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| The hollow sound inside me now keeps telling me to write
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| But songs of love should not be sung where staying is not planned
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| And foolish I would climb once more a tree too weak to stand
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| And foolish I would climb once more a tree too weak to stand |