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When you look at me |
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From your own century |
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I may seem to be |
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Strange archeology |
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But when the winds blow |
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From this direction |
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You may sense me there |
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In your reflection |
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I think I feel you |
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But I will never know |
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As the swallows leave |
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And the children grow |
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I wanted to live forever |
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The same is you will too |
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I wanted to live forever |
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And everybody knew |
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When I caught you there |
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In tomorrows mirror |
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I thought felt you |
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Jump out of my skin |
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Throwing oil into |
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My blazing memories |
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Filling empty footsteps |
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I was standing in |
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I wanted to live forever |
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The same as you will too |
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I wanted to live forever |
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And everybody knew |
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As the falling rain |
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Of the northern jungle |
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Hanging droplets on the leaves |
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Bombards my brain |
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I hear you |
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Across the room |
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A sea of daffodils spring into bloom |
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You are the mist |
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The frost across my window pane |
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And again |
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She moves her body |
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And her whispers weave |
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And the world spins |
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And tells me that I'll never want to leave |
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As I think of you |
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From this dark century |
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I will always be |
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With generosity |
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That we both may share |
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The hope in hearing |
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That we're not just |
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Spirits disappearing |
