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You always say that you understand
But you believe it all was planned
You’re talking to your coffee cup
As if it hurts when you look up
Your face reads like a prophecy
All the meaning lost for poetry
And the words we speak freeze in the air
Eternally suspended there
And I feel like Joan of Arc
I’m counting voices in the dark
But I dare not strike a spark
Oh, I feel like Joan of Arc
the flames grow near
the shadows close
and every day the distance grows
and will we fight
for love of for sanity?
I thought I knew you for a while
You said I had a tragic smile
We both were wrong, or both were right
The world looks strange by candlelight
And I feel like Joan of Arc
I'm counting voices in the dark
But I dare not strike a spark
Oh, I feel like Joan of Arc
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