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Show no sign of wasting time
None of this is mine
And it bottle downs
The empty well
Everything is put to rest this night
And the wind blows right inside the open window of my mind, my mind
Ohhhhh
I stand at arms no better than the losing take it in my hand
I stack them high for you and i and watch them float into the sky
And the wind blows right inside the open window of my mind
So I...
Ohhhh
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