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Inside voice
If you are not intertwined
Even being in the same sight
Blinds the eye, covers the heart
You were gone, when sparks flew
We kept it bright, powered through
But those little hints I discarded
Became the piece that won
The arguments with myself
You came back, but nothing felt
Gave it time, but it was dead
Can't wake up, now we wait
The funeral to take place.
Even being in the same sight
Blinds the eye, covers the heart
You were gone, when sparks flew
We kept it bright, powered through
But those little hints I discarded
Became the piece that won
The arguments with myself
You came back, but nothing felt
Gave it time, but it was dead
Can't wake up, now we wait
The funeral to take place.
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