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Fade till you see through me |
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But i won't leave so soon |
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For whom do i still linger? |
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It is you |
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It is you |
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And i have never known such bliss, |
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as a hand swept down across my wrist, |
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or an eyelash brushed across my face |
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It's like everything's in place |
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Fade till you see through me |
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But i won't leave so soon |
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Who do i still sing for? |
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It is you |
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It is you |
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Fade till you see through me |
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I'm a cold translucent blue |
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but it's warm when you stand near me |
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Oh, it's true |
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Yes, it's true |
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And I have never known such bliss, |
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as a hand swept down across my wrist, |
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or an eyelash brushed across my face |
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It's like everything's in place |
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Oh it's you |
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Yes it's true |