| When you fall, when you fall
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| When you fall into your silence
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| No way to touch, no way to reach
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| Like a bottled ship, no less
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| I wish I were the keeper of the keys
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| So I could help you out
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| Instead of breaking in
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| Oh sweetheart
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| When the blues come marching in
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| Oh sweetheart
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| Won’t you lean into my arms again
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| When you go, when you go
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| When you go into your darkness
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| You’re safe inside your barricades
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| Your shining armor
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| But I’m tireless
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| I wish I were the keeper of the keys
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| So I could help you out
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| Instead of breaking in
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| Oh sweetheart
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| When the blues come marching in
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| Oh sweetheart
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| Won’t you lean into my arms again
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| When you fall, when you fall
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| When you fall into your silence
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| No way to touch, no way to reach
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| Like a bottled ship, no less
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| I wish I were the keeper of the keys
|
| So I could help you out
|
| Instead of breaking in
|
| Oh sweetheart
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| When the blues come marching in
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| Oh sweetheart
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| Won’t you lean into my arms again |