| Moving closer to the harbor,
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| Rusted boats line the frozen dock.
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| Moving closer to my freedom,
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| Moving further from your touch.
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| Moving closer to the city,
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| See smoke signals and hear loud drums.
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| Feel the weight of life inside me,
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| Clear the dead dreams from my head.
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| And she said, «oh,
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| Speak low when you speak love.»
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| And she said, «oh,
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| Speak low when you speak love.»
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| Traffic sounds and senseless sirens,
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| Acts of love and facts of violence.
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| Screaming voices lost to silence,
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| Hands stretched up to distant stars.
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| Painting paradise.
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| Painting paradise.
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| Painting paradise.
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| Painting, painting paradise.
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| Show me your hands, (SHOW ME)
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| Lift up your eyes, (LIFT UP)
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| Give me the strength
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| To see through the lies.
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| Oh,
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| Speak low when you speak love.
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| Oh,
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| Speak low when you speak love. |