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No, this is not my guitar |
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I'm bringing it to a friend |
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No, I don't sing |
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I'm only humming along |
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Up here in the air |
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I'm just mumbling at the clouds |
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Wanting to be known |
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While I pass the lonely hours |
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I came down from the moon |
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I saw you in the rain |
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Laughing with some people |
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Hair dripping down your face |
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Your calm, hypnotic eyes |
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Their Scandinavian glow |
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I felt them like a flame |
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Kindling my cold bones |
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Tonight you were my muse |
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As I builded and I strummed |
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Trying not to drown |
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In the helicopter above |
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Alesund, Alesund |
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From the crowd I heard |
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You sing a pretty line |
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Was it, \"there's so much love |
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That I wanna cry\"? |
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I thought about it long |
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Had you repeat it in my ear |
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I couldn't place it though |
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But loved you being so close |
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I should have played it then |
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From the intro to the end |
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When they offered me the stage |
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At the bar when I didn't |
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But I turned and walked |
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Away from all the fun |
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And back into the black, |
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Seaside night of Alesund |
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Alesund, Alesund |
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Alesund, Alesund |
