| In history, your bluest grace
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| Falls apart, cascading down
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| Speak to me of beautiful hate
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| Of island chains swept with the tide
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| Tragedy ripening on
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| The coral leis of a conquering king
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| They’re swept away
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| Oh, but not lost
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| Swept away
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| Oh, but not lost
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| Beneath the waves of trembling stars
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| The roads wind towards windward side
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| My soul is saved, I see city lights
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| My face is framed by the blanket of night
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| Swept away
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| Oh, but not lost
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| Swept away
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| Oh, but not lost
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| Swept away
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| Oh, but not lost
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| Swept away
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| Oh, but not lost
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| Not lost, not lost
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| Not lost
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| Was I too proud to sat or to wish for
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| Words that I knew were forbidden?
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| 'Cause I don’t want to know, I didn’t want to see
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| What I saw when I looked in the distance
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| In the distance
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| Swept away
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| Oh, but not lost
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| Swept away
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| Oh, but not lost
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| Swept away
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| Oh, but not lost
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| Swept away
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| Oh, but not lost |