| If I ever see the sun again
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| Without a sense of emptiness inside
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| I’m telling you first, I’m telling you first
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| When I tear down through the endlessness
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| Of walls that I can’t feel
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| I want to know that there’s a haven
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| A touch of you to heal
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| I’ve listened to the sound of nothing
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| Tell me what it is that I am listening for
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| Show me what I’m looking for
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| If I ever taste a breeze again gently
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| on my skin
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| I’m telling you first
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| The silence has been golden but it
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| pierces through my head
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| Sometimes the pathways of
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| the thoughts I have
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| Are better left unfed
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| I’ve listened to the sound of nothing
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| Tell me what it is that I am listening for
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| Show me what I’m looking for
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| I believe this is where I should be
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| I follow only where my heart can be this free
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| But I fight, I fight
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| The coldness of these nights without
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| The comfort of the sight of you
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| holding on to me
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| I’ve listened to the sound of nothing
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| Tell me what it is that I am listening for
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| Show me what I’m looking for |