| Empty frames, Withered leaves and a broken window
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| «18 years have had to go, They’re gone, Who found the path»
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| The angles to my heart wide open with angelic speech
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| But it can’t be said out loud, The thing is that it can’t be said
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| Or the morning sun will set into magic sleep
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| Something in my heart told me I must have you
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| Tonight I’ll have it all, Now lay on the bedded grass
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| It’s coming and it’s a long night
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| For the souls who got nobody
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| It’s coming and it’s a long night
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| For the souls who got nobody to lean on
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| Empty frames, Withered leaves and a broken window
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| Love was not a glance away
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| A warm embrace more than a dance away
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| «I should go outside and take a walk»
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| With no incense and no lute
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| It’s coming and it’s a long night
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| For the souls who got nobody
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| It’s coming and it’s a long night
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| For the souls who got nobody to lean on
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| It’s coming and it’s a long night
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| For the souls who got nobody
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| It’s coming and it’s a long night
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| For the souls who got nobody to lean on
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| And autumn is there to picture the loss
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| I’m not going back, No, I’m not going back to that |