| Last night we saw a giant eagle
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| Painting circles on the sky
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| The midnight sun was really eager
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| To make this view an all time high
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| Here we are beside his bed
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| The conversation turns to snow
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| Seems no one can break the silence
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| From a man we used to know
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| From a man we used to know
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| Going places we cannot follow
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| There is no sign of spark in his eyes
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| Where spark was meant to be
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| As substitute for words he can’t find
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| Drops of pain are what he speaks
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| Not even in his final hour
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| Will he share what goes on inside
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| A chain of thoughts arrives this moment
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| When drops of pain escape his eyes
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| From a man we used to know
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| Going places we cannot follow
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| There is no spark in his eyes
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| Where spark was meant to be
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| As substitute for words he can’t find
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| Drops of pain are what he speaks
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| Tables turn you never know
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| A chain of thoughts
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| Through the snow
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| To make this day an all time low
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| Drops of pain are what he speaks |