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Deep in the night
Far past the point of slumber
I was wrapped in a love
It was woven fine
And it pulled me under
And I, I didn't want to leave her
And I didn't want to treat her
Like the story of my life
Just like that night
Love was fading fast
Leaving me cold inside
And where is that part
That houses all my fear
And which is the road that I take from here
Where is this world, where is this world
Where is my seam to find the picture of things
Just down my road in that place
Would quickly go by
I found, in a world of its own
A secret flower
And I didn't know why
But I, I didn't want to leave it
But I knew I couldn't keep it
Somewhere in this desert heart of mine
And miles away I'm out of breath
And I'm outta my mind
And where is that part
That houses all my fear
And which is the road that i take from here
And where is this world, where is this world
Where is my seam to find the picture of things
And I know that time will come
And when all the words are said
And I know that time will be
When I consider my source instead of me
So pay no mind
No its just feel I guess
I'm just lonley
So i'm holding you agian
I'm just lonely
So i'm holding you again
I'm just lonely
So i'm holding you again
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So i'm holding you again
I'm just lonely
So i'm holding you again
I'm just lonely
So i'm holding you agian
I'm just lonley
No its just feel I guess
So pay no mind
When I consider my source instead of me
And I know that time will be
And when all the words are said
And I know that time will come
Where is my seam to find the picture of things
And where is this world, where is this world
And which is the road that i take from here
That houses all my fear
And where is that part
And I'm outta my mind
And miles away I'm out of breath
Somewhere in this desert heart of mine
But I knew I couldn't keep it
But I, I didn't want to leave it
And I didn't know why
A secret flower
I found, in a world of its own
Would quickly go by
Just down my road in that place
Where is my seam to find the picture of things
Where is this world, where is this world
And which is the road that I take from here
That houses all my fear
And where is that part
Leaving me cold inside
Love was fading fast
Just like that night
Like the story of my life
And I didn't want to treat her
And I, I didn't want to leave her
And it pulled me under
It was woven fine
I was wrapped in a love
Far past the point of slumber
Deep in the night
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