| Our falling hearts will lie
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| In a bed that I will make
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| Out of stone out of clay
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| Out of the hearts that I will break
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| My breath will find a way
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| Pale light and delicate
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| To help you through the day
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| The beginning of the wake
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| My strength will know no end
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| No heart it cannot mend
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| No skin it cannot feel
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| No arms it cannot steal
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| You’re not me I’m not you
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| Tell me should I fear you
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| We’ll walk along some more
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| You and I will make the shore
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| My strength will know no end
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| No heart it cannot mend
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| No skin it cannot feel
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| No arms it cannot steal
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| You’re not me I’m not you
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| Tell me should I fear you
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| We’ll walk along some more
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| You and I will make the shore
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| My strength will know no end
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| No heart it cannot mend
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| No skin it cannot feel
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| No arms it cannot steal
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| You’re not me I’m not you
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| Tell me should I fear you
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| We’ll walk along some more
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| You and I will make the shore
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| We’ll walk along some more
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| You and I will make the shore |