| We where young… seeking for truth of length
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| Disapeared… lost in the old great devine
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| I’ve been thinking about the last time you.
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| You spoke to me
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| You spoke at me
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| I’ve been thinking about when I fell to my knees
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| When I fell to my knees
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| Everybody seems to have moved on
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| In this old familiar place I call my home…
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| Oho’o… You can’t take this heart away
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| Oho’o… You can digg in your own grave
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| Take my hands… lets burn these bridges down
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| You’ve been wondering why I haven’t been around
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| We grew old
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| In a field we built our hopes
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| We move away
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| All these winds are just so strong
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| I’ve been searching for… quit a while now
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| And its an empty room
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| Just an empty room
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| I am remembering… a heart beat within
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| But its an empthy tumb, just an empthy tumb
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| Everybody seems to have moved on
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| In this old familiar place I call my home…
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| Oho’o… You can’t take this heart away
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| Oho’o… You can digg in your own grave
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| Take my hands… lets burn these bridges down
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| You’ve been wondering why I haven’t been around
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| Oho’o… take your pockets full of gold
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| Oho’o… I wear my rags, you wear your clothes
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| Take my hands… lets burn these bridges down
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| You’ve been wondering why I haven’t been around
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| Oho’o… You can’t take this heart away
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| Oho’o… You can digg in your own grave
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| Take my hands… lets burn these bridges down
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| You’ve been wondering why I haven’t been around |