| I will close my eyes to see your face again
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| Let the love I feel rebuild my faith through pain, I remain
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| Defences down
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| Heart in my mouth
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| I still hear your voice, calling my name
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| And like every new choice, it carries the promise
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| That we'll find our love, that we're not just like moths to flame
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| Already lost, moments before the storm
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| I'll cast the telling bones to know my fate dealt hand
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| And down the beach I'll trail your footprints in the sand, overland
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| Till I'll kiss your brow again
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| I'm right here now
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| I still hear your voice, calling my name
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| And like every new choice, it carries the promise
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| That we'll find our love, that we're not just like moths to flame
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| Already lost, moments before the storm
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| Are we collateral damage
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| Is love its justification
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| How do we sing our songs
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| Despite
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| In truth it's visceral savage
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| This magnetic sensation
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| Cornered it becomes strong
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| And it fights, to be right, to be right
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| I still hear your voice, calling my name
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| And like every new choice, it carries the promise
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| That we'll find our love, that we're not just like moths to flame
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| Already lost, moments before the storm
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| Moments before the storm
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| Moments before the storm |