| Like a freeze-dried rose, you will never be,
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| what you were, what you were to me in memory.
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| But if I listen to the dark,
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| you’ll embrace me like a star,
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| envelope me, envelope me…
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| If things get real for me down here,
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| promise to take me to before you went away —
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| if only for a day.
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| If things get real for me down here,
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| promise to take me back to the tune
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| we played before you went away.
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| And if I listen to, the sound of white,
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| sometimes I hear your smile, and breathe your light.
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| Yeah if I listen to, the sound of white.
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| You’re my mystery. |
| One mystery. |
| My mystery. |
| One mystery.
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| My silence solidifies,
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| until that hollow void erases you,
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| erases you so I can’t feel at all.
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| But if I never feel again, at least that nothingness
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| will end the painful dream, of you and me…
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| If things get real for me down here, promise to take me to before you went away, if only for a day.
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| If things get real for me down here, promise to take me back to the tune we played before you went away.
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| And if I listen to, the sound of white
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| sometimes I hear your smile, and breathe your light.
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| Yeah if I listen to, the sound of white
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| sometimes I hear your smile, and breathe your light.
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| And if I listen to, the sound of white.
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| I knelt before some strangers face,
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| I’d never have the courage or belief to trust this place,
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| But I dropped my head, 'cos it felt like lead,
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| And I’m sure I felt your fingers through my hair…
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| And if I listen to, the sound of white sometimes
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| I hear your smile, and breathe your light.
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| Yeah if I listen to, the sound of white.
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| The sound of white,
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| The sound of white,
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| The sound of white. |