| Like the scent of a rose, you come and go
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| And you bring me hope, before I take the blow
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| And I can find nothing that will bind you
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| There’s always mystery to hide you
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| I’m feeding the shadow that’s beside you
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| And I can find nothing that will bind you
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| Come and go, the trick is to own
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| You’re taking life, you’re taking hope
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| Fast or slow, there’s nowhere to go
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| That’s when the flashback starts, the flashback grows
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| Like the sun on the stone, it comes and goes
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| And with the warmth of hope, I’m leaving to atone
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| And I can find nothing that will bind you
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| There’s always mystery to hide you
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| I’m feeding the shadow that’s beside you
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| And I can find nothing that will bind you
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| Come and go, the trick is to own
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| You’re taking life, you’re taking hope
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| Fast or slow, there’s nowhere to go
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| That’s when the flashback starts, the flashback grows |