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I saw you dance alone down the waterline |
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You were searching for secrets lost in the setting sun |
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I said just wait a while and you'll understand |
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How the wintry warlord gave poets another try |
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To figure the reasons why, it takes a laugh and a half to unveil your scarlet eyes |
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She returned, was wearing that rose so well |
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Broke down and cried because of the sun that had been up all day |
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At the movies there would have been rain |
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Oh, the bittersweet irony, rain replaced by tears |
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Ain't it funny how some things, look so different from afar |
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When it comes to me and you |
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The mirror stole our perfect view |
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Now there is nothing left we can do |
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And the story is done at last |
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For the ghost of flowers past |
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I saw you shape the wings of a butterfly |
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Until the colors fit like a puzzle already done |
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But who am I to question the grand design |
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Another headstone written to fix every broken rhyme |
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Carved in the hands of time, for the singer inside to remind us of your life |
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In a place where nothing is real, let me tell you how I feel |
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Didn't know which heart to mend |
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So here's a drink to absent friends, for a love that never did end |
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And the story is done at last, for the ghost of flowers past |
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Memories of yesteryear, is a part of you we'll travel here |
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Now the curtains call this day upon us |
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So ride this wave on wings of wondering |
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Why those scarlet eyes still haunt me today |
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Back to the first day of summer |
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The flowers that past greet the sunlight |
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Again with a song, sung by angels of love |
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Who am I now? |
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In the distance I hear broken words |
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Calling me to the rhythmless core |
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Trapped forever, in love with the girl on the shore |
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In a place where nothing is real, I feel like telling you just why |
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We all drink to absent friends, and for a love that never dies |
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Ain't it funny how the mirrors make sure perfect never last |
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It all starts and ends right here with you, my ghost of flowers past |
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I saw you dance alone down the waterline |
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You were searching for secrets lost in the setting sun |
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I saw you shape the wings of a butterfly |
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Now the riddle fits like a puzzle already done |
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Though life had just begun |
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I will meet you again on the shores where lovers run |
