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- The fin. Loss Fairwell 歌词
- The fin.
- Still some time left
The dry wind comes from the west
Something you long to see
Is it too far to get for me?
To know what’s in there
The way you look towards the end
Something you left to see
It is too fine to touch to me
Still somehow left
A deep down hole in my chest
Something you long to see
Is it too hard to get for me?
To know what’s in there
The way you look in the end
Something you left for me
It is too fine to touch to me
Oh boy, you see
Here is your peaceful place
With everything you love
Nothing will ever be above
Oh boy, I see
Here is the place we pray
With everything you love
Nothing will ever be above
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