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Spiritual Beggars - Past The Sound Of Whispers

Dream away got to dream away got to make my head breath

I can't sit here and moan got to grab my strings of hope try to make them shine

I'm sick and I'm tired I've found myself grown so old

And in my head its this noise think I'm gonna explode

And I sure want to Outside I see that snow has begun to fall

And it reminds me of you

And pass the sound of whispers

I feel the cold take a grip on my bones

Like a fairy She dance so cool on the edge

She knows me And I know her

She wants to show me But she just walks away
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