You're cut by the word of the tongue
You're chasing your fears from above,
Your letters are unending
Your heart must be broken
I want you to see what I see
We are always dreaming of the things that we wanna say
Too many people at the edge turn the other way
Guess we can dream but the feeling is that it goes away[?]
Lost on your way through the fog
Wasting away through the night
You're cut by the word of your tongue
Chasing your fears from above
Cut by the word of your tongue
Chasing your fears from above
Lost on your way through the fog
Wasting away through the night
Your letters are [?]
Your heart must be broken
I want you to see what I see
We are always dreaming of the things that we wanna say
Too many people at the edge turn the other way
Guess we can dream but the feeling is that it goes away[?]

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