| Fly me morning
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| To the whisper of the trees
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| To the knowledge of the moonlight
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| Deception of the peace
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| Listen to the wind
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| See the beauty of the tears
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| The lines upon your hand adjure the colour of the fear
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| Dream away
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| Dream us away
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| Dream away
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| 'cause all I ever wanted and all I do is
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| Listen to the crown of thorns
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| Stick it in my head
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| Listen to the crown of thorns
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| Dry the bleeding in the dirt
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| Listen to the crown of thorns
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| In the shade of grace
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| Listen to the crown of tears
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| Turn into a palm of rose
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| I’m living on a blade inside a rose who’s longing for to fade
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| Who didn’t understand to be the beauty not the beast
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| The wish inside the essence is to be the thorn and not the face
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| So pierce the nail and not the rose through thoughts in our maze
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| Dream away
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| Dream us away
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| Dream away
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| 'cause all I ever wanted and all I do is
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| Listen to the crown of thorns
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| Stick it in my head
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| Listen to the crown of thorns
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| Dry the bleeding in the dirt
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| Listen to the crown of thorns
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| In the shade of grace
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| Listen to the crown of tears
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| Turn into a palm of rose
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| I’m living in a room inside the man who pulls the trigger down
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| I’m walking every step the dead man’s walking to the edge
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| I’m speaking every word the priest said to the nation on a screen
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| Insanity create this inhumanity machine
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| Dream away
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| Dream us away |