| Someone I loved
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| Once gave me a box full of darkness
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| It took me years to understand
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| That this too, was a gift
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| It took me years to realize
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| You teared my heart through fordable mires
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| But I wasn’t made for shallow waters
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| My heart is an ocean
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| And I think that’s where I am right now
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| Floating, drifting away
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| Too weak to continue swimming
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| Yet not weak enough to give up and sink
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| Leastwise I know
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| That salty waters might cure everything
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| Shedding tears or to walk into the sea
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| Or to walk into the sea
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| Did you know, if you hold your breath all too long
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| You will finally sleep forever?
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| Did you know, that I never forgave myself
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| For what we’ve become?
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| How odd I can have all of this inside me
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| And to you it’s just words, another letter?
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| But what is loss? |
| What is wealth?
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| I am nothing! |
| We are nothing!
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| We are nothing!
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| We are nothing!
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| I am the mourning
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| You are the scars
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| I am the night
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| Color me black
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| I am the mourning
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| You are the scars
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| I am the night
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| Color me black
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| There’s a place in my heart that will never be filled
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| And even during the best and the greatest times
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| I will know it… …more than ever
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| I will know it… …more than ever
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| In another night, in another world
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| Things could have been so different
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| In another night, in another world
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| Things would have been so different
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| I am the mourning
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| You are the scars
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| I am the night
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| Color me black
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| I am the mourning
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| You are the scars
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| I am the night
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| Color me black |