| You speak my name and shudder, but I’m still here
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| I built a bridge here just to burn it, just to light my faded path
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| So I could see what’s down below me
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| Because how I yearn to see you laugh
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| Oh, how I yearn to see you laugh
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| So selfish were my footsteps, and so foolish are they now
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| But there’s not much I can do here now that I’m living underground
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| Speak now my precious whispers, float softly through the breeze
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| Please float on by my loved ones and let them know that I’m still here
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| You speak my name and shudder, but I’m still here
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| I built a bridge here just to burn it, just to light my faded path
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| So I could see what’s down below me, below me
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| Because how I yearn to see you laugh
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| Oh, how I yearn to see you laugh
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| So selfish were my footsteps, and so foolish are they now
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| But there’s not much I can do here now that I’m living underground
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| Speak now my precious whispers, float softly through the breeze
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| Please float on by my loved ones and let them know that I’m still here
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| And we sing
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| Our voices carry through the hills
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| The whole world is standing still
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| We’re singing for the dead, for the lost and for the stolen
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| Our hearts beat double time, and, oh, how they feel so broken
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| Oh, how they feel so broken
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| Is this really what I wished for
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| When I felt my feet drag heavy on the earth?
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| Is this really the answer
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| I sought when I was searching for self-worth?
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| Go now, precious whispers
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| Float my sorrow into the sea
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| Let the waves collapse above me
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| And wash away my fucking memory
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| So selfish were my footsteps, and so foolish are they now
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| But there’s not much I can do here now that I’m living underground
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| Speak now my precious whispers, float softly through the breeze
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| Please float on by my loved ones and let them know that I’m still here
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| I’m still here |