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Dark, dark forest |
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No way through |
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Where am I? |
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Where are you? |
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Underground the roots are your hair |
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And the leaves, leaves are your hair |
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Behind the changing face |
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Ooh... |
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Many times we try |
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Many times we get by |
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She walked across the line, but |
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We couldn't find her |
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We didn't find her |
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Watching all the streams in their eyes |
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And all this time we get by |
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And now each time I miss you |
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I wouldn't count these tears from my eyes |
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And now each time I miss you |
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I wouldn't count these tears from my eyes |
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From my eyes |
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Night, night comes here |
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With every breath |
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With every step |
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Closes over me |
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Underground the roots are your hair |
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And the leaves, leaves are your hair |
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Behind your changing face |
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Many times we try |
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Caught there by the tide |
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We walked into the light, but |
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We couldn't find her |
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We didn't find her |
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Watching all the streams in their eyes |
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And all this time we get by |
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And now each time I miss you |
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I wouldn't count these tears from my eyes |
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And now each time I miss you |
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I wouldn't count these tears from my eyes |
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From my eyes |
