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A.F.I. - A Story At Three
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again and again they blend into one, my
father the morning pushes through my moonlight love, so what's sleep,
sleep,
sleep.
whoaa..
i'm tired, so tired, so tired..
but it seems that there's someone here with me
we are the wakeful, wry and watchful, we are awaiting
deathless ones
we are the wakeful, wry and watchful, we are awaiting
deathless ones
a story at three with the shrillest of cries, my
mind fights with the sparkles in the corner of my eyes, so what's sleep,
sleep,
sleep.
whoaa..
i'm tired, so tired, so tired...
but it seems that there's someone here with me
We are the wakeful, wry and watchful, we are awaiting
deathless ones
we are the wakeful, wry and watchful, we are awaiting
deathless ones
we are the wakeful, wry and watchful, we are awaiting
deathless ones
we are the wakeful, wry and watchful, we are awaiting
the deathless ones
i hear the mourning choir
sing to me
their elegy
i hear the mourning choir
sing to me
their elegy
(sing to me...)
i hear the mourning choir (so beautiful)
(sing to me...)
their elegy (beauty)
(sing to me...)
i hear the mourning choir (ah, they sing to me)
(sing to me...)
their elegy (requiem)
i hear the mourning choir
sing to me
their elegy
we are the wakeful, wry and watchful, we're awaiting
deathless ones
we are the wakeful, wry and watchful, we're awaiting
deathless ones
we are the wakeful, wry and watchful, we're awaiting
deathless ones
we are the wakeful, wry and watchful, we're awating
the deathless ones
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DJ Tiesto : Beautiful things
Got up early, found something's missing
my only name.
No one else sees but I got stuck,
and soon forever came.
Stopped pushing on for just a second, then nothing's changed.
Who am I this time, where's my name?
I guess it crept away.
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No one's calling for me at the door.
And unpredictable won't bother anymore.
And silently gets harder to ignore.
Look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see.
What's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me.
Just let it go, wha-
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t now can never be.
I forgot that I might see,
So many beautful things.
I forgot that I might need,
to find out what life could bring.
Take this happy ending away, it's all the same.
God won't waste this simplicity on possib....
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