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I've planted your first wing..
I've prepared my fishtail It's a new day dream For the last of todays You can come pick my secrets Even your arm's still shaking (injured) I've stopped moving Not sure 'if my roots are growing down To the heart of the earth I've planted your first scream You've put a sound in my ear I should give you one smile But I forgot what it takes to... How does ONE dream Wake me up in the night When's supposed to asleep me For a new tousand years You can bring me down now Couse my heart wouldn't feel it You can read down my steps now Well my feet aren't moving You can hear me now As my lips are seald You can fight my sorrow / with my nightmares I coul feel the sound.. To the heart of the Earth...
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