| What I want I do not do, and what I don’t I think I will
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| The farther away, the more you feel
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| I scratch the itch of older needs as the razor slickens as I bleed
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| The farther away, the less you feel
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| Distracted from distractions by You
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| Sometimes whispers, sometimes rain
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| And it’s pulling me back beside You
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| Distracted from distractions by You
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| Sometimes presents, sometimes pain
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| Your name is like the sky, the mountains cannot hide
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| It’s easy when your voice is mine, to leave the thieves and rust behind
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| The farther away, the less you feel
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| Handing me such precious things, that kings would only dream to bring
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| The farther away, the more you feel
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| Distracted from distractions by You
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| Sometimes whispers, sometimes rain
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| And it’s pulling me back beside You
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| Distracted from distractions by You
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| Sometimes presents, sometimes pain
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| Your name is like the sky the mountains cannot hide |