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Droning chords and distant bells
Humming over empty shells
Holding on tight onto a dead sky
Nomadic moves across a lawn
Inch by inch into the dawn
Holding on tight onto a dead sky
Turn a deaf ear no matter what they might say
Always
Turn a deaf ear pushing you further away
Always
Droning chords and distant bells
To what's been over since the fall
Holding tight to what's been felt
Holding on tight onto a dead sky
Turn a deaf ear no matter what they might say
Always
Turn a deaf ear pushing you further away
Always
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