الكلمات الأصلية
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The city can't
What the mountains will find
A beautifully close to astound
But I'm about the must
Now we are the one
For the kind of tears that lover's got
And you will find
To all the kind of tears that lover's go
That you want, you want to lose
By grip
You, and I, my hold on you
Fibers break and metal shake
The lands of time
That I've lost entwined
For the kind of tears that lover's got
And you will find
To all the kind of tears that lover's go
That you want, you want to lose
By grip
You, and I, my hold of you
For the kind of tears that lover's got
And you will find
To all the kind of tears that lover's go
That you want, you want to lose
By grip
You, and I, lose my grip
As I lose my hold of you
