| You can say that I belong to
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| All the moments
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| That I couldn’t let
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| Sink into my oblivion
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| You can say that I’m yearning
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| For something that’s already gone
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| But I’m not a prisoner
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| I want to feel what it’s like
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| When sorrow turns into strength
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| I want to feel what it’s like
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| When there’s no screeches in my head
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| You can say that I’m chasing
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| Something that is unattainable
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| So you know my way to survive
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| You can say that I’m surrounded
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| By the ruins of my previous life
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| But I am not a prisoner
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| I want to feel what it’s like
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| When sorrow turns into strength
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| I want to feel what it’s like
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| When there’s no screeches in my head
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| I want to feel what it’s like
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| When dreams of mine don’t leave a mark
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| On my battered heart
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| You can say that I belong to
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| All the moments
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| That I couldn’t let
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| Sink into my oblivion
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| You can say that I am yearning
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| For something that’s already gone
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| But I am not a prisoner
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| I want to feel what it’s like
|
| When sorrow turns into strength
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| I want to feel what it’s like
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| When there’s no screeches in my head
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| I want to feel what it’s like
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| When dreams of mine don’t leave a mark
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| I want to feel what it’s like
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| When what I lost comes back to life
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| To heal my battered heart
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| A thousand shards of heaven
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| Staring at the stars
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| A thousand shards of heaven
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| Drinking coldness from the night
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| I collect my story
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| Under the fragmented sky
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| Traveling through my wasteland
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| Praying for the rain to come
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| I need your every tear to save my life
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| I need your every tear to save my life |