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[ti:no argument] |
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[ar:sleep at last] |
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[al:] |
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like starting war, |
| [00:22.75] |
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like spilling ink. |
| [00:31.77] |
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like the empty street |
| [00:39.17] |
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you swore you saw |
| [00:44.85] |
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before you blinked. |
| [00:48.76] |
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| [00:50.90] |
there’s no second thought, |
| [00:56.14] |
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there’s no turning back. |
| [01:04.14] |
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| [01:06.89] |
there’s no calling off |
| [01:11.16] |
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| [01:15.07] |
this avalanche. |
| [01:19.61] |
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| [01:38.25] |
every day, now spent |
| [01:43.00] |
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underneath white flags. |
| [01:51.70] |
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every intention, eclipsed |
| [01:58.95] |
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| [02:01.72] |
by every stain of the past. |
| [02:07.06] |
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| [02:10.01] |
there’s no argument- |
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| [02:18.01] |
fairness is a ghost. |
| [02:23.65] |
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| [02:26.20] |
there’s no argument- |
| [02:31.51] |
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it is a rare bird at the most. |
| [02:38.71] |
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| [02:42.57] |
but every sighting is proof. |
| [02:46.91] |
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| [02:49.97] |
and every heart-beat proves it too: |
| [02:54.91] |
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| [02:57.75] |
that only love can change the shape |
| [03:02.80] |
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of such permanent truths. |
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of such permanent truths. |
| [03:18.02] |
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such permanent truth. |
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