| So would you tell me now
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| Are life and death a symmetry
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| Balanced on scales, either side chosen
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| And could these moments balance out against eternity
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| Promise inferred, words never spoken
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| My life is burning
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| Could you read by the light
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| Letters I’ve written, never to follow
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| Poets and madmen all defy reason
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| Still in my mind I know
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| I want to live my life with you
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| Dying hard
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| Play the whole hand 'til it’s through
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| Dying hard
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| Dying hard
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| Dying hard
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| Dying hard
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| And in your arctic night
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| You contemplate eternity
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| Walking on water
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| Frozen in silence
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| And in that moment would you
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| Turn around and turn to me
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| Laughing away night’s darker tyrants
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| My life is burning
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| Could you read by the light
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| Letters I’ve written, never to follow
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| Poets and madmen all defy reason
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| Still in my mind I know
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| I want to live my life with you
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| Dying hard
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| Play the whole hand 'til it’s through
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| Dying hard
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| Dying hard
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| Dying hard
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| Dying hard
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| Some nights I spend alone inside my head
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| But it’s better than losing it
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| And if you want to turn it all around
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| It’s your life you’re choosing it
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| I want to live my life with you
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| Dying hard
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| Play the whole hand 'til it’s through
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| Dying hard
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| Dying hard
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| Dying hard
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| Dying hard |