| One day you will be the one
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| To say I’m sick of empty fun
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| It means if your faith is strong
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| It means you are no longer astray…
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| See I see all the light It comes straight from the sun
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| And I want to get near so I can be clear
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| Soon I will merge with the one
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| Soon I will be with the love
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| One day when the lights turn green
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| There is no time… this love I thirst
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| Don’t get shy, don’t get caught with the world and its thoughts
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| I’m not asking for worship or lazy sleazy thoughts
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| Soon I will merge with the one
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| Soon I will be with the lvoe
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| One day when the light turns green
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| There is no time… this love I thirst
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| Don’t get shy, don’t get caught with the world and its thoughts
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| I’m not asking for worship or lazy sleazy thoughts
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| (The Sister of Sleep)
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| He was thought of as strange… a good looking man
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| And shallow eyes like two hidden from view and empty puddles of hue
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| His views on death spread like two anecdotal tales
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| Although he, reclining, declining, to disclose in public…
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| These opinions in public; |
| the tales held the key
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| Death is the surname of sleep, but the surname unknown to us
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| Sleep is the daily end of life; |
| a small exercise in death
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| Which is it’s sister, but not every brother and sister are equally close
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| Giving to the enemy a small exercise in submission
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| And holding onto nothing
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| He was thought of as strange… a good looking man
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| And shallow eyes like two hidden from view and empty puddles of hue
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| His views on death…
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| One day you will be the one
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| To say I’m sick of empty fun
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| It means if your faith is strong
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| It means you are no longer astray…
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| See I see all the light It comes straight from the sun
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| And I want to get near so I can be clear
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| Don’t get shy, don’t get caught with the world and its thoughts
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| I’m not asking for worship or lazy sleazy thoughts |