| My hopes, my will
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| Were never a part of you
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| Those days were sad and cold
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| I’ll never want them back again
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| But in this moment we are close to each other again
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| It’s like a merge of different colors
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| In a silver mountain lake
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| (We are at home again)
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| It’s like dancing in the room with a female ghost
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| It’s like falling from the edge
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| To the bed with cold clean pillow
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| Your voice is pure and soft
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| It’s throwing me back to my hopes
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| My ears were deaf and cold
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| Please hold me tight in your arms again
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| But in this moment we are close to each other again
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| It’s like a merge of different colors
|
| In a silver mountain lake
|
| (We are at home again)
|
| It’s like dancing in the room with a female ghost
|
| It’s like falling from the edge
|
| To the bed with cold clean pillow
|
| But in this moment we are close to each other again
|
| It’s like a merge of different colors
|
| In a silver mountain lake
|
| (We are at home again)
|
| It’s like dancing in the room with a female ghost
|
| It’s like falling from the edge
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| To the bed with cold clean pillow |