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Tracks of the Green Line, straight through the city |
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Are curling your lips in a smile. |
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Infinite gesture of kindness and care, no feet of deception |
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Could ever draw near. |
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Paint the apartment, listening to ABBA. |
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Cling to the warm summer air. |
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Melody of redemption and sorrow. |
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There's no escape and nothing can draw from your harmony. |
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This is your harmony. |
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This is your harmony. |
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This is your harmony. |
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How could it get better? |
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Under the stairway safe house tomorrow |
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I tell you all that I've done. |
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Eternal longings sift through your ear. |
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You hold me close and nothing can draw from your harmony. |
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This is your harmony. |
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This is your harmony. |
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This is your harmony. |
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How could it get any better? |
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Tracks of the Green Line, straight through the city |
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Are curling your lips in a smile. |
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Infinite gesture of kindness and care, no feet of deception |
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Could ever draw near to your harmony. |
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This is your harmony. |
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This is your harmony. |
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This is your harmony. |
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How could it get in any better? |
