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You can count out in whispers
Keep measure of time and space for days
For all your working out of figures
I'll be cursed to lay awake
When your best days come and go
and those desperate fears take hold, you'll pray
But your prayers fall on deaf ears tonight my love
You keep reaching further and faster for something more
You said no more words permitted
Only shadows play could ever persuade
Now the darkness falls all around you
Suffer to know your cold hearts to blame
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