| Could you live with the silence?
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| Could you live with the truth?
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| All the things that we wanted
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| Disappeared with our youth
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| Could you live with the promise
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| Of an imminent death?
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| When your daydreams are haunted
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| By your last dying breath
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| Somehow we end up
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| Summerburned and winterblown
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| Somehow we end up
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| Losing everything we’ve known
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| Even though you split my armour open wide
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| Do you really want to see what dwells inside?
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| Could you handle the sweetness?
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| Could you live with the pain?
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| To bring all that we wanted
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| To the surface again
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| Would you care for the outside
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| Or just make this our own?
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| It’s a level of nearness
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| That they’ll never have known
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| Somehow we end up
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| Summerburned and winterblown
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| Somehow we end up
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| Losing everything we’ve known
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| Even though you split my armour open wide
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| I would never dare to dream of all I wanted
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| All that I needed
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| All that was always you
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| I would never dare to dream of all I wanted
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| All that I needed
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| All that was always you
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| Somehow we end up
|
| Summerburned and winterblown
|
| Somehow we end up
|
| Losing everything we’ve known
|
| Even though you split my armour open wide
|
| Do you really want to see what dwells inside?
|
| Could you live with the silence?
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| Could you live with the truth?
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| All the things that we wanted
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| Disappeared with our youth |