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there's no way to temper your thirst, with lasting impressions or pictures of home, there's no way to grow that don't hurt, she growled from the station then hung up the phone, there's no sacred vision like her, no eye-crushing mountain or jewelry to wear, there's no granted wish i prefer, then she to be with me, for us to be there, i'd rather to be all alone, forgiveness is fickle when trust is a chore, it's not every sin that's atoned, i heard her speak softly then heard her no more, there's no sacred vision like her, no eye-crushing mountain or jewelry to wear, there's no granted wish i prefer, then she to be with me, for us to be there

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Artist: iron & wine