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No reply, I'm trying hard |
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To somehow frame a reply |
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Pictures I've got, pictures |
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And I run them in my head |
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When I can't sleep at night |
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Looking out at a white world and the moon |
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I feel a soft exchange taking place |
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Merging with the people on the page |
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Blurring my face and conversation |
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Slow motion |
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Slow motion |
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Hush, can you feel the trees so far away? |
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Hush, can you feel the breeze of another day? |
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When we held each other close in the night |
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While we wheeled away in our own light |
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Stepping sideways into our own time |
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Such a simple way |
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Slow motion |
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Slow motion |
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And we held each other close in the night |
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While we wheeled away in our own light |
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And some of us found another time |
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And drifted away |
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Slow motion |
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Slow motion |
