| I’ve come to you from broken things
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| I’ve crawled to you on my hands and knees
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| Sailed to you across the seven seas
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| If only to hear you say my name
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| I’ve come to you from broken times
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| I’ve showed you my face with no disguise
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| My memories a mirror without eyes
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| If only to take way your pain
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| If only to hear you say my name
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| You’re the whispering in the rising wind
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| Empty and so cold too dark for the birds to fly in
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| They’re lined up on the wall
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| And as I’m walking by they scattered and take off
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| I watch them as they rise into the sun
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| If only you believed you were the one
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| When the day is new the light is warm
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| Up on the bed the curtain is drawn and torn
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| The shadows forming, falling just behind
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| If only you believed all of my lies
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| Hanging in my heart just like a flag
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| When I’m lazy the wind, the colors sag
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| As the clouds rolling off the hill
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| Can’t tell where the roofs begin and end
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| No more will I know my home again
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| Hear the whispering in the rising wind
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| Empty and so cold too dark for the birds to fly in
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| They’re lined up on the wall
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| And as I’m walking by they scattered and take off
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| I watch them as they rise into the sun
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| If only you believed you were the one
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| If only you believed you were the one
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| If only you believed you were the one |