| send me the notes
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| i’ve been walking silently
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| through the ghosts
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| of what we’ve known
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| they only showed us the sad signs of our start
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| without the grow
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| oh
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| it takes some time
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| tessallate ivy, dear, my love
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| in another life
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| beneath the mire
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| we’ll forfeit the words that we once sung
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| into the fire
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| oh
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| oh, i cant sleep
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| i’m thinking all too much
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| always shaking hands and never showing up
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| and i’ve had no luck
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| for all you are, and i can’t be there now
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| i’m sure we may change but are we prepared now?
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| for all we may be in the talking pool
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| for all we may see as we act so cool
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| oh, i can’t sleep
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| i’m thinking all too much
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| always shaking hands and never showing up
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| and i’ve had no luck
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| don’t be afriad it’s only a dance
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| i changed my name, oh 17
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| and why always is it so hard to love you then
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| when i heard you say within a dream
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| oh, i cant sleep
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| i’m thinking all too much
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| always shaking hands and never showing up
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| and i’ve had no luck
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| if you call this second wind
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| if you call this flying love
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| i will catch you in the morning
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| in the valley of that word
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| if you call this second wind
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| if you call this flying love
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| i will catch you in the morning
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| in the valley of that word |