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Goodbye to radio |
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Goodbye to the things that we've known |
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And calculate passages |
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And bloom like a tiger lily in July |
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And lovers will die |
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And lovers will rise past the darkness we've seen |
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So stop telling lies |
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And start falling blind in the deepest of seas |
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Salvaged by wandering |
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Weighed down by tears that you wish you could cry |
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And I wanna make love with you |
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Spread you so wide like the bluest of night |
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And lovers will die |
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And lovers will rise past the darkness we've seen |
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So stop telling lies |
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And start falling blind in the deepest of seas |
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(whistling) |
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And lovers will die |
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And lovers will rise past the darkness we've seen |
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So stop telling lies |
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And start falling blind into the darkest of seas |
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And lovers will die |
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And lovers will rise past the darkness we've seen |
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So stop telling lies |
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And start falling blind in the deepest of seas |
