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Our falling hearts will lie
In a bed that I will make
Out of stone, out of clay
Out of the hearts that I will break
My breath will find a way
Pale light and deli cate
To help you through the day
The beginning of the wake
My strength will k now no e nd
No heart it cannot m end
No skin it cannot feel
No arms it cannot steal
You' re not me, I'm not you
Tell me, should I fear y ou?
We'll walk al ong some more
You and I will make the shore
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My strength will k now no e nd
No heart it cannot m end
No skin it cannot feel
No arms it cannot steal
You' re not me, I'm not you
Tell me, should I fear y ou?
We'll walk al ong some more
You and I will make the shore
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My strength will k now no e nd
No heart it cannot m end
No skin it cannot feel
No arms it cannot steal
You' re not me, I'm not you
Tell me, should I fear y ou?
We'll walk al ong some more
You and I will make the shore
We'll walk al ong some more
You and I will make the s hore