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Through the window |
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Just a wall |
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Shapes are forming |
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Blackbirds call |
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Early morning spirits |
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Moving hands |
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Tick-tocking ages |
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In the half-light of the still |
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Before the lark |
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Where I can feel my shadow |
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Touch your silence |
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In the dark |
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Sleeping at the wheel |
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Reaching for oceans before us |
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For us to feel |
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Together, tonight |
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Playing eagle |
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Firing eyes |
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Ever willing |
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Sweet surprise |
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Welling in the belly |
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Of their chase |
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Tracing out the angel |
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In the half-light on your face |
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Before the lark |
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Where I can feel my shadow |
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Touch your silence, |
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In the dark |
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Sleeping at the wheel |
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Reaching for oceans before us |
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For us to feel |
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Together, tonight |
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Then suddenly |
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I hear you say |
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"Time to get up |
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It's gone midday, |
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Cup of tea love" |
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And I realise |
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I must have dropped off |
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Drifted into dream before the lark |
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Yielded to the ether of our secret world |
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In the dark |
