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The door was open |
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I walked in la-da-la-da |
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Your clothes without you in them |
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Your name without you with it |
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I am your last, I am your least |
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I walked in la-da-la-da |
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I was a grain of sand, you were the still black sea |
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And though they growl and spit |
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Don't let them pull you away |
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And though the waves will spin |
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Don't let them |
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Can't you see it moving like ghosts dancing |
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All the light in your name |
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Pick a colour I'll fade into |
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Is dreaming further or closer? |
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I will be waiting |
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This the colour I'll fade into |
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I want a light that's blinding |
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I will be waiting |
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When I row out the air and sea become one thing |
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Until I reach the mouth |
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And though the waves will hit |
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Don't let them pull you away |
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Can't you see it moving like ghosts dancing |
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All the light in your name |
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Pick a colour I'll fade into |
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Is dreaming further or closer? |
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I will be waiting |
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You had me pasted over |
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I'll hold you nearer still |
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You have led me out here |
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I can't lead you back again |
